First, and foremost. This does not concern your little display on the
raid of Enorian.

You have struck my last nerve with your groundless threats, ignorance,
and seemingly endless idiocy. If you do not know who I am or what I am
about, then trust me boy, you will swiftly find out.

"Enjoy being hunted, dear."

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Midsummer, in the year 350 MA.