Zero, dear boy...

This feud of yours is laughably transparent. Much like you went on a Churchmember killing spree after you left the Basilica, now that you have been
(by all *reliable* accounts, fairly) ejected from the Iron Citadel you seek vendetta upon those who realised you have no honour and were therefore unfit to
stand in the halls of that honourable institution.
You are obviously not given to introspection, or considering the effects of your own words and actions. If you were, you would surely realise that
seeking to involve all Achaea in your feud against Raajin and his followers (and, it would seem, the Knights who saw fit to remain loyal to Ashtan) is
the highest form of folly.

I am reminded of a tale I read long ago, of a boy and his father. The father fashioned wings, wondrous things of feathers and wax and sheer power.
When these wings were finished, the father and son flew into the sky together, laughing themselves sick with joy. The boy, seeing the sun so close,
decided he must fly even closer and see for himself. As you can imagine...the wax melted and he plummeted to his death.

Take care not to fly too high, Zero. Wings are flimsy things, and rage and bitterness poor glue.

One more thing that crosses my mind...I wonder how long it will take you to betray the Warlocks as you did the Church and the Iron Citadel. You
obviously believe in nothing but yourself. Pity.

I wish you luck, though not success in your feuding. I sincerely hope you are lucky enough to someday realise what a fool you truly are.

Seosamh mac an Aille

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Lupar, in the year 261 AF.