Mongrel,


It was not, in fact, so many years ago that the Legion of Shadows strode the primitively hewn avenues of your tree house. Sovereignty for my father was not only claimed but maintained. The Hashani people drank, rested, and made merry in a bastion of Nature's folly. The Guardian of Thorns was put to the knife, and much was gleaned from its stinking carcass. For eight days we made your homes our homes, made your village OUR village, and condemned you savages to live in the muck of the unlivened wilderness where you belong.


It is ever the way of the uneducated to spurn the lessons they are so generously given, to covet only the recollection which seats them more comfortably in the security of ignorance and grandstanding. You claim Hashan fears to strike out against Eleusis? Return to your hovel, savage, lest the next lesson not be so forgiving.


Ever in Shadow,


Mezghar Al'Jafri

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Chronos, in the year 866 AF.