I suggest you hold your tongue young one. Your guildmistress has laid this burden upon you and all of your guild's head.

No longer will I sheath my knife against your younger and less experienced rangers.

You are but the first to feel my wrath, it will not end until the blood of the rangers lie on the ground with their heads upon my pikes.

Written by my hand on the 2nd of Hindyear, in the year 1147.