Dear Sapience,
I write to you today regarding some personal matters that I feel need to be put forward to all. This may or may not affect you directly, but it will impact any that have known me before, or will know me in times to come.

I have maintained a relatively quiet mannerism in the public forums, so I do not come here lightly but I do feel it is important.

Many of you might know me as a serpent, or even as a Serpentlord, this was not a thing I hid, as there wasn't a real need to hide it but it is an important start to my story. I took a long slumber multiple hundreds of years ago and awoke in a different time, a different Sapience. I awoke as a different man, unbenknownst to me at the time, in a city now floating, when I had gone to sleep not more than a hundred feet from the edge of the Ithmia. Sapience had changed. The people had changed, there were only a handful of familiar faces. Hashan welcomed me back and took me in, and I threw myself headfirst into learning everything I had missed. There was so much I couldn't fathom writing it all here, nor is it pertinent to the point of my writing. What I did learn is that my old house had been destroyed from within, and of the person behind those machinations. At that time I swore vengeance, in my head I was still an assassin. I would fall silently upon my prey and remind him that his actions were so far reaching the bell would still toll for him in the future. In my years since, I've found that is not me, that man went to sleep and he never woke up. I write to you today to put my new self to the world, I'm sure I have shown myself to those that have interacted with me to be a noble person, true to my word, fair and honourable. These are the things I hold value with and step forward into Progress as my personal drivers. I have joined the Guild of Knights in via the Knight order of Hashan, and with such a change in person, I need to shed my old life.

With that finally, I have one more matter to attend to, I cannot abandon my call to vengeance, and choose instead to use it as a means to put to rest that old self. I have already quietly challenged Artanis, and he either ignored more, or finally when confronted in person, denied my challenge. This is the final challenge I will make as is gladly required by my honour. Once this matter is done, the old me will move on, and I shall shed this title and move forward on my new path. I'm glad to have met all of you, and I hope you will be glad to meet the new me. Thank you for your time and attention.

Page Naytorlin, Shadow Centurion

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Scarlatan, in the year 988 AF.