The charm of a rabid harpy you still have, Tekla, and despite the horde
of jump-kick lackeys with puppets that always seems to follow you
wherever you go, I still have two heads that used to be attached to your
neck. Imagine the things I do with them when the night falls.

Everyone has noticed those shrines you spew out into each newly
discovered area. Gluttony, you know what it is. You have more shrines
than you are possibly able to defend.

Now go do something useful. Teach your order members their next basic
lesson. What was it... after the lesson in Lust comes the lesson in...
missionary position? Now there's something to discuss about between
dying to a lowly mhun like myself.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Ero, in the year 443 AF.