"Sir",

Pretenses drop at the slightest pushback, do they? Such laughably fragile "honour" you don.

Perhaps the fact that my words have stung your ego so suggest that there are some dusty, dried-up morals deep down in that hollow heart of yours.

Then again, perhaps the fact that you have leapt to eager, fawning agreement with a Dreadlord of--where was it, again? Oh, yes, HELL--speaks more loudly of your true character.

Knight? Don't make me laugh. You're just another conqueror.

Hyp.

O.

Crite.

If you can't stand this song, plug your ears, because I'll never stop singing it.

-Taelle Starling

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Scarlatan, in the year 993 AF.