What did I tell you? NO more acts of revolution. I may be trapped in the Feywild, but I still get the newspaper. I swear, as soon as I am out I am going to cast you into the Space Between Spheres. It is on sight. I'd hoped that your previous experience vis-à-vis falling from a great height might prevent you from doing something like this and I thought that you might be trustworthy enough for torch-passing, once I had the chance to fill you in on the secret histories and train you up, but it would in fact appear that you are just another group of ragtag, found family, idiot adventurers who are going to be just as much a thorn in my side as the Order was.   I understand you did what you thought was right. Killing Arctiax was the right thing to do, you thought; I assume you found out it was not truly the dragon who saved Arborea. But that lie is what kept peace in the west. That the drow could claim divine ordainment for their creation kept the sun elves at bay; the sun elves follow a creed that forces them to attack anything they perceive as an otherworldly threat, and the dark elves tread too close to being created by the Dark itself. That the drow could give credence, even falsely so, of a divine creature's hand in their creation, it stayed the sun elves. You have entirely unbalanced that and the Western War is sure to reignite. And I hold you responsible for that.   So you understand that I must do what I think is right.   Wearily,
Peter Montauk