Greetings, Magnagoran,


If you strive to become a philosopher of cleanliness, a well spoken
dwarf capable of lecturing and discussing many learned topics of the
grime, then I encourage you to monitor your Tainted mouth as well as
your hallways. Your words venture beyond simply mocking the Coven.


It would also be beneficial for you to adopt a few oratory techniques
before embarking upon your vocal career; When you scribe for the public,
it can, and more often than not, WILL be brought against you. This is
especially apparent when your intentions include a Magnagoran dictation
to all Wiccans on the Lore held sacred to them. For your intentions to
degrade and bastardise our Wiccan Lore, and for the threat you pose to
the teachings of the Wiccans of the Wilde, we will call you enemy.


Do not appear so nave as to think that I speak alone. I do not. I speak
on behalf of the glorious Moon Coven. Yes, it was my quill that branded
you an enemy, yet it was my Coven that supported the decision.


For as long as you continue your threat, we will continue to call you
enemy. For as long as we call you enemy, you will be treated as such.
However, if you wish your status revoked, then I suggest you amend the
offending behaviours and seek out the Winter Triumvirate. If you decide
to follow this advice, then I also recommend you address Moondancers as
Moondancers rather than "Boyos", this is just a common courtesy.


You speak to me of the Shadowdancers and I cannot speak for them, nor do
I wish to. Once, I knew the Prince of Shadows. It was many long years
ago, in the shining time before his fall to the lies of Night. His
convictions and Wiccan virtue were admirable, and even as I scribe these
words, I pause to reminisce. Alas... that was way back when. I do not
pretend to know them now.


It is my hope that this missive has alleviated the ignorance you display
when preaching the Lore sacred to Wiccans, and when contemplating your
relationship to the Coven.


Blessed be,
Skyla Sayelle,
Priestess of the Moon Coven.


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Urlachmar, in the year 124 CE.