I would invite any minions of Sartan to approach me so I may offer
what little I have learned of my Lord's realm. I have no doubt that
even the most stalwart among you flinch at hearing Sartan refer to
you, His own servants, as parasites that He does not care about at all.

Surely your souls, no matter how black, understand how utterly wrong
that is. The power you so desperately seek is an illusion.

Praetor of Seraphim.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Aeguary, in the year 271 AF.