Dearest Speaker, I do hope that our latest exchange was the result of a special Eleusian mixture or something of the sort, that you were intoxicated, hallucinating, even and are twisting those poor, strained fibers of reality because you simply don't know any better.

When you suddenly jumped into the middle of the road, swinging your weapon at my companion and i, only stopping to try and run away once we retaliated, can you truly claim that I have initiated that fight?

Instead you grew agitated over your loss, and pursued me telepathically, to make claims of my supposedly tarnished reputation, and that i "hide" too much and only "travel in pairs".

How come you refused the Duel i'd offered you right then and there, and chose to hire a Mark to do the dirty work instead?

I fear for Your People, Hierophant, oh how i fear for Them, that you are not infact fit to be leading the Village with any sort of Authority, if falling back to lies and cowardice come this naturally to you.





Penned by my hand on the 8th of Aeguary, in the year 895 AF.