I would give greetings, but since that is usually a tide of well-being,
and I have none to give you, I'll get to the point.

I hereby grant absolution to all Antiochian attacks against my person.
It's not your fault there a small handful of your fighters are capable
of taking me on by themselves. I realize that fighting together is
something you lot have to do in order to survive in this realm, since
the desert conditions you pride yourselves on obviously haven't helped
in your survival abilities. From this point forward, none of you shall
be physically attacked, and I do hope you realize that Magick is your
only recourse of salvation from this world. Please, come seek me out in
peace if you wish to learn more of the ways of Magick. I'm always
willing to teach. This applies to all Antiochian citizens, with the
exception of Lucian. That worm who calls himself a man will still die.

In Magick,

Ryax Lokrien, Mage of Kinsarmar

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Ultio, in the year 478 AD.