Grandue, Keeper of Lies,

At this point all of Sapience--save your handful of wretched and oozing cronies--recognizes the vast depths of nothingness that fills your head. All recognize your lies and name them exactly for what they are. I know this because the tell me as much. Please, oh Great Prevaricator, do not perjure yourself further and save Sapience from your blather. We all find ourselves wishing that the void would indeed swallow you sideways and, after it chokes and spews, passes you out into the stench of Chaos so we would not have to hear from you ever again. Don't you see how that would be a win-win for us all? You could finally achieve your greatest desire, and we could carry on with our great work for Creation.

Sapience, You all recognize the importance of Creation and you only put up with Ashtan because you feel that you must. Shake off the lies that they feed you and do your work to preserve and protect Creation in any way that you are able. We can all play a role in this work of protecting Creation from the corruption that Chaos foists upon it. I stand ready to hear from all of you in how you are ready to fight for what is important--to fight for what matters to all of us, save the hood-winked and cozened Seat of Chaos.

In Service to Creation,
Rasul Father Bahtell Muk'tar
Deacon of Celestia

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Miraman, in the year 940 AF.