I have been fortunate to discover a terrible disease that sometimes affects the mortals in our fine land of Achaea. It is known by its initials, AFK. There only appeared to be one fairly good cure for this disease, Death.

And I have been quick to help along the deaths of those unfortunate enough to be inflicted with this pain affliction. I could stand no longer the paralyzation, and inability to do anything, of those suffering.

However, yesterday, I met a young lad with AFK, and I wuickly took him out of his misery. However, he must have had a different strand of the virus, as he was able to pray for Salvation immediately, but when he stepped from the cave,
he still had AFK. I again attempted to cure him, through a trip to Sarapis, but was unable to remain around long enough to see the results.

This is simply a warning to you to watch out for this new variety, and I will continue to humanely assist in your death to cure AFK.

Hamlet

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Mayan, in the year 191 AF.
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