Tyrant,

Did you once agree to let the vines exist for as long as they did not trespass upon the Isle?

Did you then spend over four days lashing them away with fire, hearing their screams of pain as they shriveled away into nothingness?

Did you murder me four times as I held onto the network and tried to reclaim the Eastern Ithmia?

Did you attempt to bind me to Eleusis, citing your same claim here? This was my alleged warning, but you broke any word before we did.

Thank you for dictating where the vines will be allowed to thrive. Unfortunately, we are at their mercy and if we sense their direction, they will continue to reclaim wherever they wish.

In Service to Nature,

Speaker Blackwillow Seir-Distara, Rose of the Wintermourne

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Glacian, in the year 902 AF.