Giliad Silverhandto Lord Jhor, Creator of Turmoil

Where was that proud Thakrian Spirit as Entman, your guild brother, lay dying, starving to death behind an Alkar, right in front of me, Jhor?

I had to leave your own guild, your home, so that you would come in to help him.

Is this the brotherhood your city promises?

Written by my hand on the 23rd of Hindyear, in the year 1016.