I wonder to myself just why you are so bitter Siath. At first i blamed
the frozen north, perhaps a case of frostbite in your brain yet others
from there are more than agreeable, so that idea was quickly discounted
and others pursued.

Since my return; which i am sure Aetherius laments, i have tried to be
as pleasant as possible towards you all. I've helped your members learn,
hunt, even defended them. I thought i'd give it a go, try and work
something out with you, perhaps a foolish idea considering your behavior
towards Takas...but i thought, what have i too lose?

Seems i was mistaken for not only did spit upon my hand when i offered
it in friendship with your completely idiotic demands than not even
Antiochan citizens agreed with, but you decided to go one step further
and piss upon my shoes as well when you decided to hunt my proteges and
myself for no other reason than being monks.

I've realized why you are bitter, because you can't control me, or those
with me. From atop your little throne as Grand Master you want
everything to work according to your plan, and it seems i am the
preverbal wrench in the works for you.

I've decided the pendulum needs to swing the other way now to restore a
little balance so i'll be following the logic of your "enlightened"
Grand master and killing every member of the Taekyon who leaves the
safety of Antioch. For all you Taekyon reading this, you have the
following choices. Leave the guild, replace your despot of a leader...or
Die.

And remember, death is a learning experience...lets see which of us
likes to learn more.

Toodles.

The Dragon, Sani Krax'ai, Telepath of Terror.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Solis, in the year 561 AD.