Lianca,

I know you're trying to raise ire. Yet, all I can feel is sadness.

The state of your body reflects the state of your soul. The twisting of
words by a turncloak is as transparent as your philosophy is shallow,
and while your path has removed any esteem I may have once had for you,
I hope that you can find redemption someday, when this phase is over.

I'll watch over your sister. She's a great woman, and deserves so much
better than the taint you've put upon her.

You were a great woman yourself, Lianca. Now, though, now ...

Well, now you're a fool.

When your various lusts clear from your mind, you return to your senses,
and you see what a poor joke Nothing really is, I hope it won't take you
too long to learn to love yourself again. You're certainly determined to
make it an imposing task.

Signed with the last of the notice I will give you, and great pity,

-- Selira Distara-Ashaela

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Phaestian, in the year 576 AF.