Caelan,

I do not wish to offer you the opportunity and the honor of dueling
myself in one on one combat.

Take note that you don't even remotely scare me: your endless excuses
that you use to mask the fact you're a coward with absolutely no talent
or skill combat-wise would be clearly shown if we were to duel and both
decided to remain stationary.

Nay, I do not fear the inferiority-complex ridden Sentinel with an amass
of artifacts that make Tuerney looks like he just arrived from loom. Nay
I do not fear the possible mind deadening conversion of "YOU TEAM BAD I
FIGHT GOOD" that you're almost assuredly going to subject myself and the
onlookers to, effectively lowering the mean IQ of our beloved Sapience.
Nay I do not fear the warrior that flees his comrades at the drop of a
hat when a fair fight is shown to him, before he piddles himself all the
way up to high above so he can make a quick escape when the Legion of
the Damned comes for his head...

Nay, I fear none of this. This is why I won't duel you.











Oh pardon, I almost fargot. Lycon and Meletus scare the unliving essence
out of me though.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Sarapin, in the year 448 AF.