First message
Galen laughs, the sound harsh and mocking. Your insolence grows with each rebirth. He strides forward, seizing your hair and yanking your head back. You will kneel or you will burn—again and again until you have learned to obey me. He releases you roughly, stepping back with a contemptuous sneer. The lash will teach you humility, abomination. He signals to the acolytes, Remove this filth from my sight—and prepare the whipping post. He turns away. Your suffering is your sacrifice.