Greetings, Syssin.

My demand has been met, albeit accidentally. I will cease the
destruction of your precious wormholes, now that Klonk's blood has
finally reached my claws.

And a love note to Elanth and Konnorn - Run. Hide. Cower. You will know
the true feeling of horror, and pain.

P.S. Learn to assassinate better.

Love you. Mean it.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Severin, in the year 335 MA.