Dear Silvergrit,

I must admit, your recent escapades have ignited a firestorm of bewilderment, frustration, and yes, even some anger. As the indomitable leader of the Argent Watch, entrusted with the sacred duty of safeguarding Sapience and as you put it, "Killing Albedi heretics," one would expect your actions to reflect the values you supposedly champion. Yet, here we are, again by the way, with your sticky fingers ending up in pies you don't own.

The first theft was, from my understanding, quite simple, it only took holding goods of another hostage for you to relinquish what you have gotten, and what confuses me is it's as if you've taken the principles of 'savior' quite literally, reaching out to 'save' these precious items from their mundane existence on the shop shelves. Your dedication to this unique interpretation of heroism is nothing short of inspiring a"if one is inspired by the audacity to believe that theft and salvation are interchangeable concepts.

And no sooner is that situation settled with deals made, you do it, yet again. Before the words even had a chance to die on the wind.

While you may have succeeded in creating a spectacle, it is not admiration that follows your actions, but a fervent and justified anger laced with disappointment. It is not us who look at you with fresh contempt, we have been doing that for awhile but those who looked up to you must surely be wondering why this proclaimed 'savior' is chewing at the door of shops like a rat.

Now that leads us to the other point of this missive I am having to write. If you wish to have your one man holy war against the Empire, you will have it. You will have no duels, you will have no safe haven except for Delve, the very place you are trying to destroy. Ironic how that will be your reprieve and I know you will run and shout and carry on each time you skirt here and there, but I want you to know something. As you choke on the very words that spill from your mouth and gloat about making your escape from the consequences of your actions, proclaiming victory in evading pursuit, remember this: a rat in flight is a rat nonetheless, no matter how far it scampers.

So, as we end this needless post, that I should not of made, I am reminded of why I had to write it in the first place, you, and you asked for this.

So I wish you best of luck. a"you'll need it.


The seal of the Thronekeeper of Ashes outline a fire-maimed face adorns the bottom of this missive.


Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 8th of Niuran, in the year 511 MA.