In Mhaldor, where strength is claimed to reign supreme, it seems the mightiest of
their warriors choose the cover of night, so-called raiding or so-called conquesting
when their foe's armies slumber, proving that true power and strength lies not in facing
their enemy head-on, but in the art of cowardice masked as cunning. Such is the ironic
virtue of a city that espouses strength while fearing the clash of swords--a truth where
Darkness gains the upper hand over the Seven Truths if this is how it stands. Woe to the
plight of young Mhaldumians.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Daedalan, in the year 964 AF.