Dearest Cull,

I do believe that you should have listened to your gut instinct, the one
about not knowing where to begin, it would have spared all of us a great
deal of time. Anyways, since you saw fit to stick your nose into the
light, clamoring for mothers love or concoctionist sympathy, it is only
fair you get my opinion on your words of wisdom.

Simply put, I would like to thank you for such an ignorant rant in
response to my challenge and comments directed at the forest dwellers. I
could not have imagined a way to better secure my position than to have
a prominent Asakan and forest dweller come forth and refer to herself
and her mates not as forestals but as concoctionists. Given the duties
you children of nature have taken, I find it truly astounding that you
view yourselves not as keepers of the wood, priests of Nature or even
kindred spirits of the natural word, but consider yourselves strictly
concoctionists. If there was ever a time when the true motives and
drives of your little conglomeration of nature were shown, Im going to
say that now is that time.

Concerning your rage at my supposed blasphemy of your Matron, please do
not trouble me with such petty accusations or pleas, as I assure you
they will fall upon deaf ears. There is an entity known as the Creator,
who by sheer force of will brought our world, Aetherius, into being.
Given your formal education, I am merely babbling nonsense as you of
course already were aware of this fact. Furthermore, while I respect
each an every Divine being, those both known and unknown, there is only
one Voice that I hold as my truth. That voice is the voice of the Red
Maiden and no other.

Good day,
Kabal Vega.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Solis, in the year 436 AD.