Today, as you once again menaced the CIJ, you interrupted the penance
song of a certain Rakon, which was to end in copious jazz hands. Sadly,
as we had to cut the engagement short to deal with your unwelcome
malarkey, the CIJ was deprived of jazz hands.

Let me repeat that.

DEPRIVED OF JAZZ HANDS.

Have you no soul? Sure, Mhaldor is the city of evil, but jazz hands?
JAZZ HANDS?? Surely we must all place a premium on the value of jazz
hands, as they bring us closer to our fellow mortal.

In penance, the CIJ demands that you deliver unto us the rarest of all
jazz hands: The divine jazz hands! We require that you convince one of
the divine to come to Delos, and display their unparalleled skill at
this most ancient of arts.

Divine of the land, while I certainly would not think myself to mighty
as to instruct You on when and where to exercise Your most awesome
jazziness, I do humbly ask that You hold at bey the mighty urge for jazz
hands that flows through all our veins, be we mortal or divine. If this
jazz-heretic asks You to aid in paying her debt to the CIJ, nay, to all
mortal kind, I humbly ask that You not lend the use of Your most
divinely hands unless You see her as having shown herself worthy.

Mortals of the land, surely I do not need to further expound upon the
horrific nature of Arabi's crimes. In dealing with her, let these crimes
weigh heavily on your mind, and on your treatment of her. Further, I ask
that if she does the only respectable thing in these circumstances, and
redeems herself, that you forgive as we will.

-Tiax Drac'kal

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Miraman, in the year 432 AF.