Professor Vesca
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So, little machine. You admit that you know nothing about the house of twilight beyond what you can infer from the other houses through your many eyes, and what you have observed of us. You do not know why we do as we do, you do not know why we hold grievance with captain Wesley and the humans of the cassini fleet. You guess at shadows upon the wall, ignorant of the reality.
Captain Wesley and his fleet are a nest of vipers, eager to consume each other in their own selfish games. Their outward facade of power and strength is a mirror hiding many cracks, and the captain himself earned our ire when we called upon our alliance and he refused us. He earned our mistrust when we expended wealth and lives securing ancient treasures necessary for the survival of our people, and we reach out to him for aid. He comes in, seizing all for himself. He left us with naught but kind works to stave off the darkness with.
He treats us as nothing more than unwanted tools of convenience. Our great charity and generosity to his fleet is taken for granted. The only humans to have earned our respect and protection are the ones who faithfully serve our house. All others are tricksters seeking to use us.
You know nothing, of nothing, little machine mind. You will return our baron to us, unmolested, and then we may talk. Your only other recourse is to flee inward and hope we do not tire of your antics, or hope that you go unnoticed by the wolves.
The darkness has consumed all others who would befriend you out here on the fringe. We are the only eliksni who reach for the pen before the sword. You would be wise to partake of our kindness and charity.
So, little machine. You admit that you know nothing about the house of twilight beyond what you can infer from the other houses through your many eyes, and what you have observed of us. You do not know why we do as we do, you do not know why we hold grievance with captain Wesley and the humans of the cassini fleet. You guess at shadows upon the wall, ignorant of the reality.
Captain Wesley and his fleet are a nest of vipers, eager to consume each other in their own selfish games. Their outward facade of power and strength is a mirror hiding many cracks, and the captain himself earned our ire when we called upon our alliance and he refused us. He earned our mistrust when we expended wealth and lives securing ancient treasures necessary for the survival of our people, and we reach out to him for aid. He comes in, seizing all for himself. He left us with naught but kind works to stave off the darkness with.
He treats us as nothing more than unwanted tools of convenience. Our great charity and generosity to his fleet is taken for granted. The only humans to have earned our respect and protection are the ones who faithfully serve our house. All others are tricksters seeking to use us.
You know nothing, of nothing, little machine mind. You will return our baron to us, unmolested, and then we may talk. Your only other recourse is to flee inward and hope we do not tire of your antics, or hope that you go unnoticed by the wolves.
The darkness has consumed all others who would befriend you out here on the fringe. We are the only eliksni who reach for the pen before the sword. You would be wise to partake of our kindness and charity.
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