Enamoured General,

Your petty insults do little more than belittle yourself in the eyes of
those your proclaim to be your enemies. My presence at the horn had
nothing to do with the Spirit General's desires to slay your Archprelate
alone. As my Brother can attest to, he had little knowledgeable about
the location and use of the horns spread around the world. All I did was
act as his guide and teacher, though I was a rather poor one if you have
any recollection of his first attempts at shouting.

As far as your "treats" are concerned, know that we welcome the moment
you extinguish the spark of Chaos that resides within each of us. For
each of those sparks cannot be extinguished, and once they escape the
confines of our lifeless bodies they shall have the chance to set the
world ablaze in a storm of Chaos.

Granted, I can not say that we shall just lay down our lives without a
fight. To do so would be foolish considering how the same spark that
resides within us, resides within all of you as well.

In the Chaos of Death and Rebirth,
Montago Ze'Dekiah
Auspex of Babel

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Lupar, in the year 458 AF.