AT. LEAST. For the love of my bleeding eye sockets, it is TWO WORDS. If
my eyes weren't already gone I would tear them out every time you feel
the urge to spout more bad grammer, incomplete sentences, and completely
incoherent thoughts. I am transfering you a credit. Sell it. Buy someone
smarter to write your puffed-chest swaggerings. Don't bother screaming
for me to grow a pair either. Most of Sapience would agree that you're
unquestionably much more manly than I. Undoubtedly, the manliest many of
us know.
PS I would love to refer Miss Aista for your scribe, her song praising
Mhaldor oh so many years ago shows her writing talent to be most
excellent.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Daedalan, in the year 420 AF.