Dear festering, delusional, demon wannabe found unfit to rule Stavenn
due to to much rot on the brain,

Your time has passed, you hide in the shadows. Return to the land you so
love and announce your proclamations there where you still have power.
You seek to kill so badly that you stoop this low now? I'm disappointed
in this coming from the one who so delightfully stole from Khandava.

Fine, I'll play your game too. I hereby delcare that Juganothion will be
open for hunting on the month of Halitus by all, for he has bad breath
and his halitosis is offending to the month of Halitus and thus reality
itself!

Vengefully,
Selsian.



Penned by my hand on the 6th of Fas, in the year 462 AD.