This wretched world taught me something the moment I set foot upon it:

You all talk far too much.

If you want land, then take it. Let blood decide where borders end. Shatter every challenge that rises, grind rival banners into the dirt, and silence every mouth that calls for another gathering instead of action.

Everything else serves one purpose only. It rots, it sinks, and it fattens the scavengers relying on your hesitation.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Scarlatan, in the year 993 AF.