The Forests shall remember that you suck the life essence from them for
your own personal satisfaction. Finding it addictive, are we? It makes
me wonder why the art of necromancy has always been considered dangerous
to pursue. If I were a spitefull man, I might look for something you
valued, some object, some ideal. I wouldn't find much though, would I?

Perseon

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Valnuary, in the year 281 AF.