Kalodan, save your silken tongue for those of lesser intellect. You
attempt to vent your woe and dismay at never having peace between The
Great Forest of Glomdoring, and that which you call Serenwilde which has
limped on since The Taint Wars. Be truthful Kalodan, you never wanted
peace at all, you are not sad because there is no peace--No, you are
overjoyed. We have seen how much you hunger for blood, we have seen how
much you detest Mother Night and Brother Crow. I find it very hard to
imagine you sorrowful about how the Glomdoring turned out, for who then
would you attack haphazardly whenever it met your fancy?

The Glomdoring does not need your false pity or wishes. You speak of
Mis-Truths of Mother Night when you are so adept at it yourself.

Astraea, Devout of Night

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Juliary, in the year 151 CE.