While I shall leave the ruminations on lesser men to those with the requisite lived experience, I'd like to clarify one thing: civilised circles the world over regard economy of language as a favourable trait. With a thousand words, for instance, any jackass with even a modicum of wit should be able to anger anything possessing sentience. Alas, that you cannot accomplish what Andraste has in four syllables, by your own estimation, reveals more than I suspect you intended.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Lupar, in the year 872 AF.