Speaking of vultures.
I’ll address Ian and Tenar both here.
I have no patience for this right now.
The true faithful stand together, like a wall, in against the depredations of Blood Raiders.
You and your pathetic ilk on the other hand resurface every time the Empire is in crisis to further try to fester and inflame the wounds with tiny cuts, like a pack of rabid furriers.
May you rot in Oblivion.