Well, we stand against at each others throats Tsol'aa. I offered you
peace with me in return for knowlage. I got told that the Tsol'aa would
not accept in a rude manner. So in return for this insolence against me.
Tu'eras has been slain. The Crown of the Aalen is now in my possession
and will be kept till I gain this knowlage I seek.

Celaabi, you are a coward as your Boy King was. You have locked your
door at the news of my arrival in your village. You then hide and will
not speak with me. Fine, I have burned your tomes of in your library and
killed you Sage.

Understand this, the Crown is mine till you give me the knowlage I seek.

Tell me the origins of the Tsol'teth. Who they are and what placed the
seed of gore they sprouted from.

Feel the fear Celaabi, know one night, I will come, and I will kill
you...
Sir Vexlore Sar'vet

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Daedalan, in the year 280 AF.