My scouts bring me troubling word that Moonhaven yet stands. Have you forgotten the Three Laws? Would you turn your back on Mistress Shar?
Tonight, you will beg Shar's forgiveness. Tomorrow, I depart Moonrise Towers for Grymforge. A tenday hence, I shall march the Dark Justiciars to Moonhaven myself. By the time the first star trembles that night, the Selûnites shall be slain and their allies routed.
Speak your prayer thrice nightly, Sybil: once at nightfall, once at moon's zenith, and once before sunrise. I shall remind you the words, lest you've forgotten: 'Mistress Shar. I have glorified Your name! Master Thorm. I have cried out your Word! I am your servant, forevermore!'
Demonstrate your devotion, and Shar may still know you. Fail, you are naught but dust, unknown and unremembered.