Sun Drinker's Champion,

The words of tyrants are little more than passing gestures in the saga of time, to be committed to memory when your empires crumble to dust before the Cycle's grinding wheel. Simply because your Dragon wills it so does not make what belongs to us yours, nor will attempts to wrest it from our people ever last for long.

We endure as one and your threats do not move us. To struggle is to venerate the Cycle. To bleed is to whet the axel of providence upon which it turns. But know this, even should one day you succeed in your pointless greed - you will serve the Cycle well as you're bled at every turn for the price of your hubris.

As one do we stand.

Signed,
Voice of Duiran
Portent of the Wild Host
His Executioner
Aelir Lavellan

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 23rd of Lexadian, in the year 7 AC.