"Lotus, if you are reading this, then I suppose my injuries have prevailed and I have met my life's end. What pains me well beyond the sting of my wounds is the thought that you alone must face the horrible Red Thrall. I am ashamed to recount this, but if you are to face them, I feel I must share with you whatever I can. I did not die an honorable death. In fact, I begged. No, shouted for their mercy. Only to have my screams echo back to me, ringing off of their hollowed armor. They are not men, I tell you!"