The night creeps close to when the knowledge I seek comes. Your Boy King
stood up, I admire that. His fears caused his death though. He was weak
and predictable in following my lead. He became an individual and not a
King in our talks. He feared me, his crown no longer matter in this. His
arrogance got the best of him in his words. For this, he died.

Your face wrinkles and silver fights for dominance on your head Queen of
the Tsol'aa. Death is close to you. There for a promise of your death
would not stand very stronge. The lives of your citizens are though.
Understand this, reliquish the knowledge of the Tsol'teth to me, and
your village will be spared.

You think you have won by silence. Understand this Queen of the Tsol'aa,
I have yet to start. Do not count the lions teeth before the flies rest
on his tounge.

I have returned from my quest for knowledge of the Tsol'teth and have
learned much. I have journied far and near for what I seek. One library
remains with tomes that I have yet to scan. I will have it. The only
thing that stops me, is the ghost of a Lore Warden. I will soon have it.
Soon, I will finish my quest Sapience. Soon you will understand the fear
Queen Celaabi feels now.

Sir Vexlore Sar'vet

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Valnuary, in the year 280 AF.