Listen well you little boy,
Now, i tried to be nice and ask you to a one on one duel. you think your so
bad in numbers. ok, fine, great. I'll tell you what. you come face me,
until then shut-up. I'm sick of you worms bitching about ono-on-one
combat.
'we have no honour, yea right. its you little sissy boys who have none.
So, put out or get out. my honour is NOT in question. take a look in the mirror,
you will se the coward reflected back at you


FOR MY-SELF
MORDICARNON

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Valnuary, in the year 200 AF.
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