Dear Gods of the Garden,

I know not what I did to offend one of You, that You would play such a prank on this poor rogue. I know that none but You have the power required. I had studied long and hard to transcend the skill of Runelore, and made significant inroads on my Chivalry.

And then, I wake up one month and, while left the skills, You had removed all knowledge of how to use them from my head! At first, nearly a year ago, I thought this temporary. Now, I know otherwise. I now know that only a God's ire could keep my skills from me for so long. I tried lucrescent nuts to restore them, and while that worked for a time, it proved too expensive to sustain.

Now, I beseech You, oh powerful God who has stripped my knowledge - please, return it to me. I have suffered enough for your amusement. Or, at the very least, end Your cowardice and make known Your name, that I may curse You as I spend my money to learn again what I already knew. For make no mistake - not even Your fury or disfavour could possibly keep this stubborn rogue from learning the ways of the Runewarden.

In service to none,
Lynara Le'dominae,
The Dapper (yet peeved) Gentleman

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Lupar, in the year 850 AF.