Good morning,

Woe is me, the forgotten child has proclaimed me a failure.

I've been asked to respond to you, but what am I to do with this worm clinging to the hem of my robes? You put my name on your lips in hopes of being dragged into relevancy. Very well, but it occured to me that in order to sully a name, one must first be given: Rhandasidhayn.

You will never earn your Lord's favour simply by living in my shadow, Darkwalker.

Find another way.


In Darkness,

[X] Grandue Xeh'ria, Keeper of the Iron Crown

[A small octagon encircles a raised "II" here, inscribed in thick, amethyst ink]


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Scarlatan, in the year 893 AF.