Dalamar,

You are a pimple on the face of Sapience. Never in my existence have I ever seen a person so full of excuses as you. You bend the rules, you break them, and then you worm your way back into the loyalties which you broke.

You thirst for blood, yet hide behind the facade of "doling out justice" on behalf of the Church.

Let me assure you of a few things. This current treaty, and a new treaty, should one be written, may very well have thousands of different interpretations. However, YOUR interpretation of it will never, ever, ever be the one which anyone abides by.

Why, you may ask? Because you are an obtuse piece of flotsam, hell bent on achieving your own ends, which make no sense to anyone, not even you. What a futile little existence you lead, you little, little person.

Warfarin's not going to rob anyone anymore...

Dalamar's not going to convocate anymore, if there's a new treaty, really, he swears this time.

Words are such a poor vessel in instances like these. My hatred for you is so radiant and pure that it amazes even me.

It sees for miles.

It's just what I needed.

Shub

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Ero, in the year 237 AF.