Dhasan Legyn,

You too can know the sublimity of the Tyrant's effortless expertise in bringing Enorian to heel with naught but a glance and a vague gesture from atop her sanguinary throne, were you only to spend decades building character by running through the sandiest deserts and soaring mountaintops in a cordwainer's most salacious and fiendish footwear.

I look forward to seeing you wobble through Sapience as you reach for a modicum of her painful tyranny.

From the Tyrant's Beauteous Desk,
Lord Tetchta V. Mesis
The Nine-Fingered Tick

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 1st of Celes, in the year 4 AC.