Demons from your past.

Agrias Nhym, The Holy Knightto Blotto, the Red Tide

You have killed plenty of my steeds in the past as well as my sister's steeds. You are

nothing but a drunken liar. Don't you dare try to make yourself out to be a saint when

you have about as many demons and skeletons eating from your blessed table than Vincent Price's

at Passover.

Written by my hand on the 25th of Springflower, in the year 1117.