Krysaliss,

It appears we have come full circle since you quit the bards of your own
will. Your vendetta settled, veiled in falsehoods saddeningly
appropriate for one who hops from city to council to council to council
to... Is it Stavenn now? I have trouble keeping track with frequency of
them. Nevertheless, your life and Isolde's are mine for the remainder of
your existence. Those who stand in my way shall likewise fall before my
song and magick.

I encourage any and all seeking vengeance upon her or wishing to express
their irritation at one who represents the Saboteurs to stooping as low
as to perpetrate theft to do so as often as possible. Such actions will
be noticed by Kinsarmar and myself. However, I do truly wish to know
what prompted it completely. Not the minor justifications I imagine
exist, but the real prompting.

As I expect that it may be as simple as the prelude to blood flowing
from between your loins and a snap decision made with powers that
existed at your ordering, I find it poetically just that this is but a
prelude to your blood flowing for the remainder of your life. I also
find it saddening that the Empire would give protect said theives when
it had strained so much to present itself decently to the international
community of Aetherius.

Old habits die hard, I suppose. Or perhaps it relates to the Imperator
being within a guild that demands complete loyalty to the guildmistress,
yourself. I too would think twice about voicing my opinion in such a
city. Why, with but an order from you citizens could be relieved of the
city or the entire city robbed far more thoroughly.

Nevertheless, I'll leave Juganothion to prattle from the newsroom once
more. Perhaps he could grace us with rising from his rocking chair and
picking up his cane once more to back his boldness. However, his
performances as of late have been far less than noteworthy or deserving
of an encore.

Until next time, Aetherius,
Mathiu Kith'Vahni

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Naturalis, in the year 490 AD.