You thought you were dealing with a weak and timid group, and you
have found instead that you are dealing with a pack of wolves that
are tearing you apart. You talk a brave talk, but you cannot
leave your city already without dying or being chased back..it will
be worse, not better..but then, you know that. Your Master
started the war..when you are unable to even step into a forest
without dying, your part in it will be over..or will you just be
sitting in Ashtan for all that time, because you dont like
being in a war?

Your mouth has overrun your capacity to back it up, and we are waiting
to prove it to you.

Covenant

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Mayan, in the year 281 AF.