Antioch,

I must say, you've failed the honor I had for you with your latest
actions. Now, I know both your city and my council have allowed in less
than favorable people, but I thought this one was common sense.

Let us go over Victor's migratory patterns. After leaving Stavenn, he
came to Ithaqua and took over a dead guild before leaving for Kinsarmar,
ensuring to first enter Ithaqua enemied and proceed to rob a shop while
its owner was blessing the room.

In Kinsarmar, he joined Ashel and his little group of zealots, and gave
his body up in "eternal" service for Lord Janus.

That being a brief little biography, mostly based on my limited
knowledge, you decide he can be allowed to enter and join a guild after
that -extremely- sad excuse for an apology.

I'll spare my current view of Antioch from this post, mostly because the
annoyance is still new, and I'm sure if I spoke before finding an outlet
for this anger I'd deeply insult more than a few people.

In short, I offer this:

Until Victor leaves, either for Celidon after he's tired of Antioch,
since I think that's the only place he has left to go, or someone over
there wakes up and persuades you with logic, I'll not be bothering to
help your city when it's enemies are attacking it, being the Noctusari's
pathetic excuse for raiding, or like when, I don't think, the same group
of Kinsarmarians hole themselves up in your city and start to kill your
citizens, or if you decide you're going to get together and raid
whomever.

I will encourage Ithaqua to do the same, also. I'm aware many will not
care, since most offer help just because they wish to kill things. But
anything I can supply, or any of the help I can offer is no longer
yours. Just like a good friend goes harsh on the other when they have
made a bad decision, so I feel I must do with your city.

And Victor, thought you'll probably laugh at my words, being that we
both know they probably will change nothing and it's more me being
angry, I will still do what I can to aggravate your life. I may die
doing so, but eventually I will defeat you.

-Jorachim Agarwaen

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Solis, in the year 551 AD.