Annase,

This month I woke to another post from you, this time apparently voicing your disgust. Once again, I have had to read more of your prattle, even though it isn't Sarapin yet. You want to love us. We make it hard for you to do so. You hate us. We disgust you. Enough. It is time to stop using this board as a substitute for your private journal.

I am certain that the thief, the apparent subject of your ire, can be found by every single postal denizen in the world. Even if you can no longer set foot in any city, and you do not possess a personal dove to deliver your letters for you, Delos exists as a city that cannot, alas, forbid you entry. Please, do hoof it to Delos the next time you want to tell someone you hate them, and send them a letter. I definitely do not wish to read more of your posts than I have to, and this is the -fourth- post this year alone.

Even my patience is at an end. Enough.

Lady Ilsefi Stormsong

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Chronos, in the year 958 AF.