I was reading a bedtime story to my grand daughter, about how the cute,
cuddly gnomes bring candy to good little children of races that are not
completely and utterly pathetic.

When she witnesses first hand the war between the Ryadai and Xiur (or
Xiur and Ryadai. Does it really matter which is listed first?) she began
to cry. Her childish world of happy gnomes and lollipops was shattered.

Thus am I, the concerned parent, offended by your behaviors and left
with only one reasonable option. If you do not stop your civil war
immediately, I will slaughter your entire race. I will not only kill
every last one of you, I will vivisect you, burn you, freeze you and of
course eat you. And after your little huts are all destroyed I'll notify
the horde of your location so that they can sniff out any survivors.

You have three months to comply until I mobilize my forces. Which
include a large number of dogs. Yes, the big kind.

~Sivan Dray el-Sayaal, Windward Blade.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Letum, in the year 448 AD.