{Just as the end is inevitable, so too is His judgement. Such is the totality of Death. Should it be an Akkari cut down by the weapons of His loyal, or a living member of the cycle meeting His gaze at last, it is His eye that judges and His scales which measure.

In castigation, or in the refuting of such castigation, it is He who holds the final word. All else is wasted breath.

Ever His,

Whirran Arcan-Tetzauh

High Priest}

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 9th of Ivolnos, in the year 2 AC.