Dear Wulfen,

Now now, I know I'm not the best Good person there is, but I know one
thing for sure. My brother Rho is a paragon of intelligence and wit and
cleverness. He even has great hair, but all of us sons have good hair,
just like Gondus, our dad.

My point is, you don't know what you're talking about. I don't even
remember what it is you do, Wulfen, but I think it's not that great of a
job.

If Aeireon is removing shrines to Lord Whoever and Lady Whatshername...
I've kind of forgotten what we were talking about.

If you want, Wulfen, we can settle this in a good old debate. I know
I'll win, because I can talk a lot better than most people.

Keep up the good work, Rho! I know you're more Good now or something,
thanks to that book you and Lord Pentharian were reading, but you're
still my brother. All hail Rho!

Sincerely,
Danith Fuil'gra

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Aeguary, in the year 444 AF.