Hail Goryllin,

I read your post to my darling fiancee, with interest. What a brave
knight, I found myself thinking. How refreshing to come across a
Shallamite with a little gumption!

I was even prepared to overlook the frankly appalling manner in which
you express yourself, slipping from Middle Achaean to modern, with all
the grace of a corpulent drunkard. Whatever else Lord Pentharian may be
responsible for, perhaps His greatest crime is the proliferation of
idiots, who imagine that using "ye" once a paragraph bestows some
gravitas upon them.

I digress.

So there I was, pondering your bravery. That sounds like just the man I
would wish for my own select list of personal rivals, I concluded. And I
extended the challenge. And I waited. I still wait.

If you truly wish to demonstrate your bravery, then accept my challenge.
I have no expectation that you will: hypocrisy, cowardice and apathy
seem to be the Shallamese way, but I have hope.

I look forward to stripping you of what meagre possessions you retain,
and slicing you open like a gutted fish.

I wait.

Pleasant dreams,
Tenebrus; Fingers Most Nimble.
Proselytist, Cutpurse and Thief.
Servant of the Master, Speaker of the Truths.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Chronos, in the year 434 AF.