I must admit that I am disappointed that you would allow yourself to be
bullied by your wife and guild in the manner that you have been. I've
proved, time and time again, that my loyalty is to Celidon. I even gave
up my religion for the Council, since that is what was decided. I've put
my life on the line and have died, or killed, in Celidon's name more
times than I can count. And yet, you decide to throw me out because I
name the Silvari what they are? Namely, spineless worms in the pocket of
Kinsarmar rather than a guild truly dedicated to helping Nature. If you
are so afraid of public backlash, or people getting their feelings hurt,
then you are in the wrong line of work. For those true Celidonians that
remain, those who remember what the Council's purpose for existence
is...the Silvari must be removed from your political structure for any
sort of progress to be made. They are a plague upon you, and will
continue to hinder you and transfer their spineless demeanor and
sniveling subservience to Kinsarmar to the rest of the Council's
citizens. Since I am no longer Celidonian, by Silvari decree
practically, then I feel no need to continue using the gloves and
restraint I have up until this point. If I am to be a traitor to the
Silvari's Celidon, and an enemy of the Silvari guild, I might as well
earn it. Therefore, from this day forth, I declare a state of war in
existence between myself and whoever wishes to aid me, and the Silvari
guild. No longer will I peacefully look upon you as you destroy my home
and what I have come to love and cherish. If the caves of Celidon must
be stained red with the blood of Kinsarmar's puppets and usurpers of
Nature, then so be it. Be prepared, Silvari. Justice will be dealt, and
Celidon will return free from the stench of your corrupted grip.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Ultio, in the year 523 AD.