Like you I've not posted on the back and forth between those who colour inside the lines (Targossas) and those who aren't afraid to colour outside the lines (The Recusant) Mainly because watching the two groups engage each other in a 'Mine is bigger' competition is rather amusing.

Though given my most recent encounter with you and your decision to open your mouth and vomit your nausea enducing opinion all over the public boards I felt compelled to waste my own gold just to tell you what your 'loyalty' to Good amounts to in my not so humble opinion.

To be frank...my morning expression meant more to me and to nature than your opinion or your loyalty could ever possibly mean to any organisation that is foolish enough to grant you admittance.

Let's face the truth here, You're a weapon. Nothing more. The sharpest thing about you is your blade and if you can't swing a sword at a problem you can't solve it.

The only reason you are where you are is because you fight well. You are an instrument of destruction in the hands of the Bloodsworn. Who not even decades ago received you back from the enemies you whored yourself out to.

You think that anything you say, or do amounts to anything and yet...you are centuries old with nothing to show for it but a position of 'power' in a city whose own citizens are defecting by the dozens.

You claim to be undyingly and unquestionably loyal to the Bloodsworn...I guess until Chaos or any other force offers you a sweeter deal or as in this case...a sweeter bedmate. (Oops did I say that?)

Even when someone would come to the aid of one of your citizens to try and resurrect them, such as I was attempting to do earlier while you were fighting the Recusant...you give them a five second warning to leave the area before you attack them...and then you are too stupid to realize you're blocking their exits and hindering them from leaving before you start swinging like a bloodthirsty barbarian.

I suppose all this is a long-winded explanation of why it would've been better for the rest of sapience if you'd just stuck to your original decision and kept your wishy washy opinion to yourself.

We all know as soon as Lyndee's grail runs empty you'll be back to Ashtan or hashan or whatever place offers a sweeter fruit to 'pluck'.

Yours truly,
Milani Mora

PS. See you soon sugar. I'm sure you'll want vengeance for my words against your sugar momma.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Glacian, in the year 845 AF.