I kill who i wish, i slaughter who i wish, if they want me to come at them

alone or in an honoreable fashioon they will accept my challenges. If they do

not. Like they rarely do i must find my way to hunt by other methods.

All that right out of the mouth of a just, righteous, and honorable mercinaen man. though somehow I seem to remember words like those being used to explain why thakrians are so evil and untrustworthy.

Maybe Dunccan should beware the direction in which his soul is bending, maybe the reasons why he so ardently hates his enemies is because he see's them in himself.

Written by my hand on the 22nd of Cloudburst, in the year 1070.