Your Insolence.

Sepultura, Spawn of the Underwurldeto Everyone

I cannot believe that you have such cheek to question thhe divinities

If you call on divine aid, you must accept the consequences. If you want wealth you shall receice it in abundance, 1 gold for every time you are killed.

And that is a promise, you insolent wretch.

Written by my hand on the 27th of Midsummer, in the year 1095.