Torland Orstfort
The instrument of my revenge.
The receiver is lifted.
Believe that I am hostile to you.
I know your crimes and your methods. The subtle tapestry of lies you have woven about yourself like a silken cocoon. I will tear the cloth from your body, expose your hidden face. You will be stripped and made to speak the truth. And then you will be cast out, naked, to stalk the wasteland forever. You will ... I'm sorry? ... Susan ... Is this not Susan? ... There's no Susan there? ... Six-eight-five-zero ... Six-eight-five-nine? ... Oh, I see. No, no, my bad ... Sorry to trouble you ... No, I won't call again. Sorry. Bye.