Not once have I ever placed a message here, but in light of your
words, Hulbert, I feel I have little choice but to present to
those who would listen the truth of your actions. You see, Hulbert,
I, and others, hunt you because you insulted our Shah, describing
him in rude, unproven words, in a manner that is widely disagreed
with. In addition, you insulted a woman that has fought for our
way of life longer than you've taken breaths on this world. She
has earned the respect of the desert, something that you failed,
miserably, to do.

The City of Sands recalls with much humor in our hearts, the
young Justicar who was so vehemently outspoken against magick,
only to quickly give in to its usage after discovering he didn't
like someone in power. We have words for these kinds of people.

Traitorous hypocrite.

You could simply have left, and none of us would really have
noticed, or cared. But you decided to leave on a note of pure
arrogance, speaking harshly of the people that have long fought
for the way of life you once lived. By insulting our leadership,
you insulted the people proud, fiercely proud, to serve under them.

You call us butchers, you call us dishonorable. But the desert is
not kind to those who do not properly show her respect. We will
show you nothing less than the same mercy.

May the sands envelop you.
Draven Amherst

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Vita, in the year 479 AD.