My dearest Idras,

It is with a heavy heart that I write these words to you, words which
are long overdue and should have been said long ago. Now, these words do
not apply to all of you, but belong to those of you who will most
definitely feel the sting of them.

I am leaving the guild and moving forward with my one true love and the
best man I have ever know, Zenigra Tru'ithe.

Before going, I must leave these words of reproof and advise.

You have lost the best champion, the best assassin, the best Idras who
ever walked the forest of Ithaqua because of petty jealousy and
ignorance. Jealousy because Zenigra grabs this life full on with
everything the Gods make available to a mortal kind. Ignorance because
you resented and reversed the swiftness and depth of the punishments he
has dealt out to younger, less experienced Idras without regard to guild
ranking. He punished fairly and severely especially when it concerned
those who should have known better as they held positions of decision
and importance in the guild.

The Idras claim the way of the wolf, yet you have, in the past, chosen
to follow lesser men. I'm not speaking of the current Guildmaster for
whom I have great respect. You had a great alpha, and because you are
men and cannot follow the simple, true way of the wolf, you chose to
follow a weaker man because of his smoothness of tongue and politically
correct statements.

Zenigra has not changed. He is Thanatosian. He is a cunning and
adaptable combatant. He is generous and has protected the guild and
Ithaqua with his life and every resource available to him. He is not a
soft man, but he is fair. He would have remained loyal to this guild if
it would have been loyal to its own laws and precepts and not given him
reason after reason to leave it.

Look to your ways, Idras. Read your own laws, abide by them and become
the wolf pack you aspire to be. Meat for your pack and shelter from the
cold always.

Krystyana Tru'ithe

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Fas, in the year 505 AD.