Dear Eol,

Like myself, no one cares what you say because you have no true teeth.
Unlike me, you are a coward who hides within his walls and has not the
courage to embrace death as I do. I have the excuse of my own
questionable sanity to write here. You do not. Embrace the death your
guild and city so loves! Revel in its chilling grip!

Sparda, your lack of ability to read never ceases to amaze me. As such I
put forth a formal request of citizenship to Stavenn to add some brains
to the operation. I'll see you at my interview. Perhaps there you will
have the courage to leave your precious little city and kill me
yourself, rather than hide behind your minions. Wren has the courage to
leave. You're blowing hot air until you do.

As for Lord Malkav's Order, I also place in a formal application for
acceptance. You're not insane enough, you require my help.

Maddeningly,
Selsian

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Bellum, in the year 463 AD.