"Written upon the Seventh night of the Tenth Perigee I have taken what I can from this land and this wretched wood. I shall not return until the resources at my disposal are far greater and my ambitions nearer at hand, for though there is much of value to extract and put beneath my benevolent yoke, the cost to bring this land to heel would be immense, far outstripping both the depths of my coffers and the lives I have to spare. I will return, however. The wildlife here, if it could be tamed, chained, brought to heel, would be a boon too great to pass upon, so deadly are the denizens of this forest. An army with such beasts at beck and call almost makes one salivate. It is a shame I was unable to take more. I lost more crew than I would have liked to the skittering and buzzing insects and could not afford to throw more at the opportunity. I have, however, come into possession of one creature of that shadowed place that may prove more fruitful than all the murderous beasts I could ever desire. It's training will begin once we find port back in the hiveland. I am filled with anticipation for how this soft clay will harden within the fires of my tutelage."