House Nebre'seir is full of these fallacies, most have found.

Royalty? Only those of a similiar or worse caliber would ever recognize that lot of scum as anything like it.

Strength? Power? Even those labeled Prince or Princess can not scurry fast enough when caught out alone. They are the worst kind of predator - that which only feels powerful when surrounded by multitudes of their kin. Catch them alone, however, and they make the most delicious cries of indignation.

While I have zero care regarding Moirean, Aldric or this 'Primeval' business, I am growing tiresome of listening to Yarel and Riluo's further word vomit upon every awakening. Neither of you are worth the mud beneath my boots, and if you do not fall quiet, I will once again show Sapience just that.

Remember, I own all of you Nebre'seir. You are mine to do with as I see fit. Do not provoke my ire any further by continuing this babbling, pseudo-intellectual debate.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Khepary, in the year 440 MA.