Kinslayer,

How incalculably rude to unilaterally smudge my guests' lives from existence and sullying the good name of sigils everywhere. While changing nothing for you, Aroan's absence from his rightful place curled into a small depression in the sand by my side will have considerable repurcussions for my conversational options. Trading one guest for another would be acceptable, but obliteration as a whole I deem unseemly at best and criminal at worst. Unfortunately for us all, I bear no judicial powers outside the boundary of Home.

Crow your deeds while you are able or amplify them in the safety of your heart. Praise, silent and loud. May the Gods reward you with horrifically long and meaningless lifespan, idle purpose, comfortable means. Your banality will capsize and your murderstongue will rot and your death will be as insipid as your life.

Hold my hand until then, beloved. Cling to your passions. Burn together with me.

troinaas hu-qar-tua thi-saiha'isil n-saiha'hiema,
Yours,

Rabbit

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Daedalan, in the year 925 AF.