Argon, What Have You Done?

Ose dalaphon looks to trent, master egithon, i, the high curator, find you severe contempt of imperial law. The full weight of the library of the cobalt soul will stand to see you tried. Your tale will be marred and burnedand the rest of your days will be spent in a hall. There intensity fades back to the controlled motions. But argon, you've done well. Thank you. Wereis all of us indeed.