If your blades don't kill me, Dunccan, your insipid nonsense will. The latter more often.

Once again, the grand 'leader' of Springdale raises his gavel to the air and calls for silence

amongst the shocked crowds of Sajora's latest change. He proclaims that the bystander is

guilty, not the person who actually made the change herself. But we must all kneel before

the majestic DECIDER with his shining axe of justice and untarnished scales of equality.

What mockery of the Ranger's guild you have made, Sajora! I applaud you! Bravo! Encore!

Encore!

Oh how darkness rejoices at this long overdue embracing of evil by an evil woman almost lost

in her own denial!

I drink twofold tonight! Once for judicial hilarity and once for the brigands!

Joyously,

Dark Nauthsiiir of the Skulkarax

Written by my hand on the 8th of Ilmarael, in the year 1164.