A heretic among my faithful I may be but a wyrmist I am not.
You laid at my mercy long enough for me to have claimed the bounty. Despite the chaos that ensued, of your loyal soldiers Hanson and Ristar assailing me, if your death were desired it would've been had.
You are given something to chase and that gives you purpose. I commend your spirit but I know fully well you are not so daft.
I play no games with the pyramid. Yet they play games with you. They, as gardeners, hope to wield the rake to uproot that which they find inconvenient. Yet a weed I pray you are not. I give you this single chance, for our next meeting as last will not be so kind.
Your death is desired. As is the death of your sergeant, Rhuk Nor the abandoner of his people. The sum of gold offered is great. Yet I find little merit in what it would achieve. Instead, it is the legates that must pay.
The Daughter wreathes in Her miracles those who cultivate and water paradise. She is who shall save this age of calamity.
A single seed, lieutenant. A single seed and justice will be had. And for your head, or the want thereof, 10,000 dinar or legal forgiveness, to see the corruption of the legates undone.
You are not my enemy.
Be Wreathed in Her Miracles.
Rowan the Ashface
You laid at my mercy long enough for me to have claimed the bounty. Despite the chaos that ensued, of your loyal soldiers Hanson and Ristar assailing me, if your death were desired it would've been had.
You are given something to chase and that gives you purpose. I commend your spirit but I know fully well you are not so daft.
I play no games with the pyramid. Yet they play games with you. They, as gardeners, hope to wield the rake to uproot that which they find inconvenient. Yet a weed I pray you are not. I give you this single chance, for our next meeting as last will not be so kind.
Your death is desired. As is the death of your sergeant, Rhuk Nor the abandoner of his people. The sum of gold offered is great. Yet I find little merit in what it would achieve. Instead, it is the legates that must pay.
The Daughter wreathes in Her miracles those who cultivate and water paradise. She is who shall save this age of calamity.
A single seed, lieutenant. A single seed and justice will be had. And for your head, or the want thereof, 10,000 dinar or legal forgiveness, to see the corruption of the legates undone.
You are not my enemy.
Be Wreathed in Her Miracles.
Rowan the Ashface