To the Tower of Q'tolip from the Second Seat

[big metal rod]

Astronomers,

An advantage too often pressed becomes a weakness in its course.  I will not abide an Ephia that finds herself battered by the Ash. 

You have bickered bitterly with the First Seat, sat at the foot of the Mountain and hurled your vitriol, and now my eye snaps open atop its high peaks.

The Second Seat will deal with you.  My wings stretch and my hackles raise.  The Dragon will roost tomorrow where Eagle's nest.

Expect me.

-Argent,
Legate,
Dragon

[cmenden]

Dear Legate the Lesser,

As you are positioned as nothing more than Gloomdeath's footrest, I imagine your visit will be a waste of my time.

However, the Tower ever remains open to our Legates.

Let us exchange words, such as they are.

Best,
Apothar Estellise Azimi