Written by: Brother Taringail, Aide to Training
Date: Monday, July 17th, 2000
Addressed to: Maran La'Saen, Seraph of Creation
Maran, ye old fool,
-cough- Every number of your dear Church who wanted to, could kill her. They could walk to wherever she was, and kill her, for experience, or for pleasure, depending on who did it. Of course she turned to your enemies. They were much more compassionate and forgiving than any of you turned out to be.
Penned by my hand on the 9th of Miraman, in the year 253 AF.
Written by: Brother Taringail, Aide to Training
Date: Monday, July 17th, 2000
Addressed to: Maran La'Saen, Seraph of Creation
Maran, ye old fool,
-cough- Every number of your dear Church who wanted to, could kill her. They could walk to wherever she was, and kill her, for experience, or for pleasure, depending on who did it. Of course she turned to your enemies. They were much more compassionate and forgiving than any of you turned out to be.
Penned by my hand on the 9th of Miraman, in the year 253 AF.
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