What's the point of living forever if you aren't enjoying yourself, Herald?

Wallow if you like. You've been doing a splendid job of it since the close of the Monomachy.

While it seems I've been narrowly beaten to it, bluntly speaking: if our offerings are not pleasing to Him, it is your Lord's purview to reject them if He pleases. But the Empire is not a dog with a leash to be yanked as it please you and your glaringly obvious desire for... was it petty vengeance, or the realm's attention, then?

If Your Lord wishes to dictate terms directly, He may find me at His leisure. The Apostles are pleased to treat with the Divine, or any other representative He should send in your stead. But I think we're all quite done with Sapience's saddest little trumpeteer for the moment.

If I wanted to listen to substandard brass thrice a week, I'd still be in Djeir.

Paxe Visara
Architect of Blood and Bone

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 10th of Lexadian, in the year 2 AC.