High Priest,


Let us not play pretend.

You're bored. Surprisingly. Your Order grows and you seek another with which to set your infant teeth into to prove yourselves.

We can agree that my Lord's is a very good choice. I still hold your Lord in some esteem despite the drivel that drizzles from the maws of His strifebound.

Madness is catching, it seems.

Your petty crusade will no doubt continue, but I'd be delighted to see you squirming beneath the heel of the Hegemony.

Pull up your socks.

Ever in Red,

His Conqueress

His Conqueress

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 10th of Dharos, in the year 4 AC.