Sweet Viravain,

Yes, my head was 'oh so stuck in the clouds' when I watched your
previous self remake the Glomdoring with the magic of your Summer Songs,
I was not so arrogant to scorn your efforts then. Magic is not something
to be foolishly toyed with, and now the entire Basin sees that and pays
for the consequences. You, in all your righteousness allowed yourself to
be played the fool by another Divine, not I. Although the Soulless
Kethuru has corrupted your very mind and essence, you are still as
childish and misguided as you once were. Ah, but lest we forget you
remember nought of that experience. Any of the Others will gladly tell
you that you're mad, and if they don't, again, you'll be playing the
puppet of some greater scheme. The Glomdoring is not your dominion, and
it shall never be. The fact that both Raezon and Fain bow to your
request is astounding to me, and I sense some form of trickery there.
There will come a time when you will call upon me Viravain, you should
pick your enemies wisely. If you truly wish for war with the Mysterial
Lord then you have made a grave mistake. You have been warned.

Lacostian, the Mysterial Lord.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Tzarin, in the year 116 CE.