Greetings, Merciless Daganev!


Your writings are most entertaining! And I find your many indications
that the members of the Wilde are unlearned in the teachings of our
Great Nature Spirits, mildly amusing. However, when this is coupled with
hypocritical attempts from a Tainted madman, intending to dictate to the
Great Commune Serenwilde on the glory of Nature, and how they should
behave, I am afraid the joke is more than clear! I'm left only to assume
that you think we should we be taking lessons from you, Merciless
Warrior?


We need no advice from you.


The Serenwilde thrives! And as Elryn so truthfully stated, the
Serenwilde has always acted to preserve the living realms from the
greatest of its threats. Though if I am sure of anything, I am sure of
this; The Pitiless in name, Daganev, will prepare his public quill to
remove all doubt from the world, that he indeed speaks without want of
thought, or even the truths of the reality which he exits.


Before you spread your strategically placed slander about your
neighbours, Daganev, cast your attention to the Commune in which you
reside. Yet I suppose it is within me to accept your consistent
hypocrisy, for it must be commonplace for the corrosiveness of the Taint
to seep into your speech and cloud it with lies.


Dearest Daganev, when your scrolls are not laden with contradiction, and
when your words cease to twist the truth, or drip with the insanities
the Glomdoring Commune is renown for, it will be then I encourage you to
lend some advice to the Wilde. Until such time, O callous Chieftain, you
should continue your heartfelt pleas and self-pity, and your best
pretence at being a Merciless leader in the Shadow Court.


May the soft brilliance of the distant Moon Mother, illuminate your
twisted path, so you may rectify the error of your ways.

Skyla Sayelle,
High Wisdom of the Moon Coven.


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Roarkian, in the year 120 CE.