Well, my dear Wulfen, I dare say it comes to this again. Now, I formally
acknowledge that this has really nothing to do with you, but I'm
slightly pissy, so I'll aim my rant at your city regardless.

Now, I know Mhaldor has certain standards of excellence, which is why I
bring to question one of your slaves, by the name of Lupercus. It
troubles me greatly you harbor such a dishonorable fighter in your
ranks, and moreover, one who can't even speak properly! *tsk* It's a
shame, it really is. Now, I've been hating your city for quite awhile
now, and after that whole Seven Truths fiasco (which, for some reason
mysteriously vanished from the news board...odd.) I do know where you
stand, and where your slaves on up stand. And again, I do wish to
literate that this is in no means connected to anyone other than myself,
who penned said post you're currently reading, although, Oenone gives a
shout-out, apparently, but regardless, she's not tied to this in any
way.

But getting back to my point, it severely troubles me that your standard
of excellence and honor in combat should have slipped so low, so I do
propose I shall assist you, per se.

From henceforth now and forever, I shall be relentlessly making fun of
any and all citizens that do not speak properly, and, more so, those
that jump people undeffed in their own city.

But, what else can you say for Rule #13 in the Mhaldorian Handbook:
"dont worry about spelling cuz no 1 really care s abut tht newayz."?

Ah. Good tidings, Master Wulfen, I do declare I am rather relieved that
you youself don't speak such gibberish.


And, for you, m'lord Lupercus, I just feel the need to say, that you are
the reason the Gods created adoption. Because if I were your mother, I
wouldn't want people to know I gave birth to you, either. So please, do
us all a favor, and the next time you have a thought....just let it go.
Because stupid kills, but not enough to help.

~Agrias de Feura, Fire Saint~

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Daedalan, in the year 419 AF.