Being fashionably late works much better for parties than it does information and purported secrets, Grandue, although I suspect anyone who actually reads your drivel wrote you off as lacking meaningful intelligence years ago, and for the life of me I can't think of anyone who'd invite you anywhere worth going anyway. I suppose I can forgive you, then, for falling over yourself to bring the public the freshest gossip the year 870AF has to offer.

What is relevant is that of the two of us, you've certainly spent more time of late as a worm - an amusement for which the Lord of Evil has my endless gratitude - and if I were seeking to be dragged anywhere, it would certainly not be by a man who keeps a crown bereft of any jewels solely because there are no others to whom the task might be delegated.

If you spent one tenth as much time and effort doing something for your Order as you will undoubtedly put into crafting yet another unbidden and ultimately lacklustre response in a fruitless bid to sully my name and damage my reputation, maybe, just maybe, you'd have more applicants to your sect to pay you the attention you so desperately crave, instead of seeking it from an uncaring and unimpressed public.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Scarlatan, in the year 893 AF.