Your bleating is nothing but a distraction. Fate strides at our head.
Glory carries the black and crimson banner of Hashan. I hold the living
heart of history in my very hand.

You, who would have claimed a dying city, may demand nothing from a free
people. You, who saw our desire for a new land and hastily wept, 'me
first'.

Children are not permitted anything more than toys.

Seek refuge in silence and in the killing of untrained recruits. My
armies march within the year.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Arios, in the year 413 MA.