Fritz

"I was welcomed as a guest into your house. And what did your friends, the hosts tell me? They told me, 'we know what imperials do when they die. We know how you plot to die in retched piles, piles upon piles of lost limbs and decapitated heads. We were sworn to protect this land by our God, while your god plottet how to overthrow it.
Imperials are a mistake, a deadly weapon.
But at least we can keep your monsterous siblings from being airborne.'

They put me in chains. My wings, forever frozen, unmovable. And you. Ask me for forgivness. Not in my lifespan. Perhaps you will want forgiveness when I return with my retched siblings of three heads. Then, friend, we shall see."