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[PrimnyaQuorum 4003]

 

 

Spoiler

 

 

 

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Midas,

 

I cannot fathom if you presume yourself clever, powerful, or both, but you are neither. It must take a bold man to demand something, and then act without care for the reply. I had intended to humor your birds, and aid in your search for this relic you seek; then I returned home to find my place skewed, and sifted through. It IS truly odd; of all present for that battle, do you hound them so much as you badger me? Did you think that I would turn the other cheek, when it has only been you and your Guild that harasses me so? Should the man who shares more in kinship with Corpse-Raisers and Undead dare be so bold, so brazen? I would be cautious, you who would let Undeath cure him and aid him, before I raise my voice in accusation again. I warned you; you cannot lie to me - I am a Librarian. We know you would sacrifice any ounce of morals you have left for even a fraction of what knowledge I keep.

 

Consider your request for a meeting rejected. I strongly encourage whomever has what you seek to toss it into the deepest ocean where you could not fetch it. The Veil-Scribe was the last of its order, and what lay above it was far, far worse than the Chromaweave; but you never cared. You merely wished for the opportunistic greed you hold to reward you with things you believe were your, when they never truly were. The Caretaker, this thing the Veil-Scribe rebelled against by aiding us, would have seen that Relic in your hands. The Veil-Scribe will rest, never to be risen again, and never controlled by your hands. You have fallen for the ploy of an entity of the Void, and so consider this my final offering of peace; stop this pointless, greedy crusade of yours and find the ones responsible for this burglary, or I will hold you responsible. Do not think I forgot about Isaac, your lackey, nor what frivolous remains are left of that once-great establishment, torn down by your greed and apathy. Raise your hand in wrath, or greed, or anything, and I will drown you beneath the very sands you claim home. Let us see, then, if your Corpse-Raisers would deem you worth the trouble to return from the Grave. They spend far too long cowing away in the west; would they venture so far for you?

 

You know what I am sparing you from. Do not run to Caurost and claim foul; do not run to your order and cry rage. Do not flee to the Uruks, and proclaim assault. You brought this upon yourself.