Mhaldor.
You have grown weak. The city is in shambles. The leadership in the city
is pathetic. You have become exactly what you seek to destroy. The
Truths are followed by very few, the goals of the city long forgotten.
You will no longer have my blades to protect the city. They will be used
to protect and defend Nature, as they were intended so long ago. My
crooked path will once more become straight.
Sir Cooper Ravenwind

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Sarapin, in the year 501 AF.