To whom it may concern:

The Spear of Babel pass along thanks to the remaining few Isle dwellers for whetting the blades of the Cult these last years.

If it is not already apparent: you have been broken. You hide in the shadow of the Warden's ego and pride, but we see you cower at our coming.

You will be regarded once more by the Cult of Oblivion when you can walk into the light of day without flinching.

Do your best to explain this to the Warden. I recommend waiting for him to take a breath.

In His service,

Dunn Lichlord, Herald of the Outer Cold

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Sarapin, in the year 900 AF.