I wish you had been in the crowds of Gorshire on that fateful day, little husk.

Nobody would have mourned the loss of you.

Nobody would have to deal with your blathering and posturing.

I will give you peace unending - a peace you shall never rise from.

For the Cycle,
Iesid M.

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 12th of Midsummer, in the year 499 MA.