Grey King, I see no King. I see a frosty visage that seeks to emulate
that which is the Shadow of my Mistress. I see a child playing with a
toy he doesn't comprehend. In my 'heresy' I've done nothing more than to
make you embrace and act out in that which is my faith. It does feel
good, doesn't it; giving in to such mortal emotions such as
embarrassment, hurt and vengeance. Or possibly, maybe it hurts, knowing
you're not so far removed from mortals as you had convinced yourself. I
do congratulate you on your first steps, if feeble, upon the true path
of the Wrathful. The sleight of hand was truly entertaining! I see you
even cajoled that gypsy wench to share your children's fleas with my
scales. Hopefully in your new tutelage you may become tad more
effective, its almost like a monkey flinging feces in all directions.

Kabal Brynja

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Ultio, in the year 473 AD.