Your claim to be king of a forest is hollow and empty. You
have no subjects, you have no followers, and the forest itself
may very well rise up and strike you for your insolence...but
even if it does not, walk warily in the woods, for the Sentinels
do not accept your claim to rule that forest, nor shall we suffer
your tyranny of the Tsol'aa.

Covenant

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Lupar, in the year 280 AF.