Dear Najara, I sang you a beautiful song. I never meant to insult you.
It was merely a tune of the truths I perceive and how terrible it is
that they hurt your ears. I am sorry to bring your strange ways into
public viewing. Please forgive me. Now a word about pity: You see it is
difficult to pity what you do not understand. Please reread Imyrr's
posting for clarification. And save your pittance for Handel and his
legion of off-key youth. The poor children! Anyhoo, also if you are in
financial hardship at the moment and can't afford to make public
postings to individuals just send me a line. I shall drop some gold off
to you via dove.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Ero, in the year 418 AF.