Human.

I witnessed the grandiose bluster of your failed tower. You did not work magic to counter a tree - or even wield an axe against it for lack of demonstrable arcanum - and instead thought engendering the witless masses to stack stones was the greatest expression of mystical talent you could muster.

And in that you were done for by dwellers in trees and mud huts.

My bargain with you was that in the event you were capable of breaking free, I would support you for a Seat when next there was a Reckoning. I promised no Seat of your own.

Begging does not become you, and it is not something I will care to see in my Conclave if in the future you should lift yourself from mediocrity's annals to the realms of basic competence.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Aeguary, in the year 973 AF.