And as my second act, I hereby propose to the Council we take the heathen and backwater lands of the Jugs as our own. The high priests of the Samhedrin sacrificed a moss snake in my name, and they saw in a vision atop Mt. Rathe the Rickshaw demands their total submission to the One True Council or face utter annihilation. If they do not submit, we will purge their people and utter name from all of history and mock their heathen gods in our streets. So it was said by Kilivek, son of Dumar, usurper of The Blank Hand, by the prophets of old. So will it be done by The Council's word.