Firstly, the only mortals behind my back are my loyal
followers, all others are facing toward my welcoming arms.

Secondly, you should not take my meaning of hunting literally! A surprising
flaw in a creature of pure chaos?

The point of the matter is this.

All are free to choose. There is no tilting of scales, simply offering
of the release from chaos and discord. Surely I am the one doing
the long needed counterbalance?

Oneiros, God of Peace

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Chronos, in the year 214 AF.