Greetings Horatio Moonflair,

As I write this my fingers ache and my thoughts wander. I am
unfortunately bound, by a common sense of decency and manners, to reply
to your post. We have never met one another, Horatio. Is this how you
usually treat strangers with whom your dealings amount to nil? Are you
in the habit of taking all heresay and rumour as truth?

Rhetoric, my dear Horatio, rhetoric.

I am not going to take this public space to mince through your
quotations, for that would surely be boring for many. You and I may
discuss them at length, once I receive your initial apology and sincere
greetings, with some Kamleikan tea by my fireside.

Not once to date have I stayed knowingly within the Gods' grace for more
than a few seconds. Not once to date have I 'sat in a safe room' (Rinoa,
wife of Jack). As for bringing enemies into Mhaldor - that would
automatically make me an enemy. There is nothing I could do to force an
enemy of Mhaldor into the city that would not also result in myself
being made such an enemy.

When one has an irate Occultist (who died by one's hand three time
prior), a highly strung Warlock with the mental capacity of a toad and a
snake with a tongue so forked she may as well be cast twain running
after oneself, one does tend to wish them dead /sooner/ rather than
/later/.

Oh, and they died again upon following me to Mhaldor. Splendid.

Detritus

n.b Yes, as Lady Silverstorm pointed out, anyone not taking Szanthax's
post as a joke must immediately seek counsel.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Valnuary, in the year 325 AF.