You and your posse may gather and try to scare Sapience at large. You
will however be the ones needing warning if me or my kin are bullied by
the likes of you. We do not live within the confines of your made up
rulebook and if we choose to twist off the nose of Cottle, the clown for
our delight we shall.

Das Rousseau

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Miraman, in the year 412 AF.