My love infatuated brother,

You should put down the pen and wield the sword again, as you are
obviously _slightly_ better with the former, though not by much.

Perhaps it is the delusions of love, which have utterly infected your
essence, causing you forget how I operate, exist, and perceive this
'world'.

--> On a side note, I have been dying to mention, that marriage to your
'sister' is a slightly disgusting, and in some places, illegal act. I
think you should move in with the tree huggers, I hear they enjoy
interbreeding on a large scale.

Now, let me set a couple of items straight for you.

One, _I_ was making no deal in Ashtan. _I_ could care less about that
city, and _I_ have no desire for a treaty with you, nor any of my other
pathetic, noisome, babbling, slobbering family members. (Caspian being
the one who slobbers.)

Two, you and your disgusting siblings seem to think I care in some way
for these shrines. Let me spell it out for you. I DO NOT CARE if you
destroy every shine of mine on the face of Achaea. Shrines are nothing
to me.

However, they do seem to mean a great deal to you. Thus they will
continue to fall and you will continue to complain.

And one more thing, as I am sure you have already forgotten this about
me, I do not care about mortals, so why would I care if you start
threatening to kill them?

Sartan, Lord of Evil

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Mayan, in the year 292 AF.