Accusations spill so readily from your lips, Sapients. Visions of conspiracy cloud your eyes as thickly as the Western fog. You have charged us with attempting to poison you, so let me be entirely clear about one thing: I do not care whether any of you choose to eat Eoka's oranges or not. If you enjoy the sensation of your skin sloughing away, or of drowning in your own blood, far be it from me to deprive you of such delights.

But you, Mhaldor, are not merely electing not to consume the oranges yourselves. You are not even content with spreading lies about our intentions in an effort to keep others from partaking. Instead you seek to destroy this avenue to the cure entirely, foreclosing the path for all who might desire it and prolonging the Rot's grip upon these lands purely because you do not like the one from whom it came. Of course this is precisely what we anticipated. For all that the citizens of the Seat have been lectured about pride and selfishness in recent months, you have furnished us all with a remarkable demonstration of what such petty spite truly looks like, and you have moreover proven the wisdom of their reticence.

Go ahead and try to keep us from the tree. Whether or not you succeed, we will ensure that its soil is well-watered.

In pursuit of Ruin,
Overseer Alashi Shiva

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Valnuary, in the year 979 AF.