Some people call me a terrorist. I consider myself a teacher. Fódlan... Ready for another lesson? In 1177 in the Gwenyhvar mountain range, the Faerghus military waited until the Duscurian Braves had all gone hunting. Waited to attack and slaughter the families left behind and claim their land. Thirty nine hours ago, The Aegir Naval Base in Boromas was attacked. I-I-I did that. A quaint military church, filled with wives and children of course. The soldiers were out on maneuvers. The "Braves" were away. Emperor Alexis, you continue to resist my attempts to educate you, sir. And now, you've missed me again. You know who I am. You don't know where I am. And you'll never see me coming.