Dear Sparda and Stavenn in general,

How pleasant it is to see the blood flow thick and hatred spread across
the world. Innocence is non-existent, but I demand that you cease
enemying all Wytchen. The Wytchen have no stock, treaty, or want of
defending Kinsarmar, Stavenn, or the Councils themselves. We are truly
free. However, your actions are beginning to cause stir amongst my ilk.
Many of us have perished over the zeal of Trez, and those of us who have
chosen to find ourselves in a position to aid Stavenn, despite your
housing the Limorasi whores, are beginning to turn against you.

That officially said, it is time for personal matters. I suggest you
read your history, you idiot. The dark magicks have polluted your brain
so far now that you forget that Stavenn could never destroy Caanae, it
was the Horde that did. If I recall properly, Kinsarmar held strong
against them whilst your ancestors sat huddling in your precious
cesspool that you call a city, wetting themselves nightly and beseeching
those who hold your reigns that you might survive their onslaught.

Also, I find this entire matter incredibly foolish. As I understand you
assault Kinsarmar because Kinsarmar will not grant you armaments of
theirs. Your actions are akin to a child raging about with a club
because its parents will not give it a sword. Yes, I'm certain the
parent will see that the child is ever so much more responsible when the
child throws a tantrum. Your demons and dark magicks amuse me, and the
toll they have had upon your mind amuses me more.

Any retalitation against me will be met with a smile. The grip of death,
the sweet agony only serves to add to my own pleasure, and I find Dis to
be a fascinating place. Perhaps Eoggor will make your acquaintance while
I am down there.

Vengefully,
Selsian

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Fas, in the year 462 AD.