Forging the blade of thy downfall. Atrocious manipulation, cast upon the irrational weakling, impatience, abusive oath inflicted, forcing thy vile will upon you. Stolen time, never to be regained. You just wait for the coming hordes, sleep deprived and ever more faint, we’re free to choose our lords. Thy heart, so hollow, ignore what has been and cherish what will follow, nothing but thy downfall.