Lying words have a distinct aroma. A certain kind of desperate self-satisfaction envelops them.

To love the truth is to be able to catch the lie out of the air with ease, as simple as breathing.

To live only truth is to have the lightest step, be at peace, free within any tempest.

Every lie will pile stones onto your heart.

Meager ploys, crude manipulation, these are the tools of the malicious and the minuscule.

To cheat and lie is to be cursed to sow rotten seeds and reap foul fruit, that will one day be purged by fire.

Know that your lies are neither covert nor clever. Pity for the misery that must be felt, hiding behind your arrogance.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Chronos, in the year 997 AF.