I see that the Dawnstriders have not changed much at all in the century
or so that I've been around! You are still the same collective cripple
that likes to pretend its cowardice is subterfuge. From cancelling when
there is absolutely no one around to catch you (because obviously taking
a risk is too hard for a house based on running away as fast as
possible), to random snipes on the highway then running back to Shallam,
the house truly represents Xorot's best qualities.

Maybe one day, Dawnstriders, you'll develop a smidgeon of competence,
and you might be on the level of the Carnivalis Institute of Jestering
as far as Sapience's respect for you goes.

With love and more kills than your entire house combined,
Kiet Bayt al-Azhan

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Valnuary, in the year 475 AF.