Oh, woe unto the assassins, woe unto those hired -killers-. The
Wardancers are going to hunt them for killing Wardancer guild members! I
bet they're shaking in their boots right now, cowering from your guild's
wrath.

Seriously, Evadne, get down from your pulpit and move on. You're going
to die, I'm going to die, all mortals are going to die. It doesn't
matter whether it is through assassination or not. We're all dead in the
end. If you actually believe those whose PROFESSION it is to KILL are
afraid of being enemied or hunted by Wardancers...you're dead wrong. Not
since Inyvon have you had any extremely good combatants...and that's not
likely to change anytime soon. In fact, if you'd spend a little more
time focusing on "War" and a little less time on "Dancing", then you
might, just might be intimidating. Until such a time as your guild, and
Antioch, are the hunters rather than the prey, keep your quill down,
mouth shut, and assume the position of submission to the rest of
Aetherius. It's where you belong, on your knees, begging mercy from
those destined to rule over your sand-blown city. Your ancestors were
once refugees from the Empire of Stavenn...keep the old habits of fear
alive and well, and stay shut in your own utopia of freedom from the
"Taint" of Magick.


Penned by my hand on the 21st of Halitus, in the year 448 AD.