[ITAJA, left in Qadira]

[Verbum Ultimum]

To the priest of the NINE NINE NINE.

You take jobs. I care to employ. Coin comes so easily, I would see it pushed out to those deserving of it.

The wheel spins, I would see it crush the necks of my enemies.

You are familiar, no?

Send for an Asp, not quite famished enough for its own tail. I'll find my way.

[Minoan Vilekin]

This is received by a grumbling hungover priest.