Dear Katia,

Thank you for gracing us with the pleasure of your...angelic Siren
voice. Indeed it has been too long since last I had to take so deeply to
my cups so as to stop the ringing sensation.

While your presence in this land once again is humerous enough, you
overdue it with your egotistical yet droll little displays of what I'm
sure you like to consider wit and cunning. Unfortunately, you fail to
see that to most of us you're naught but andother souce of
entertainment. Regretebly, the show is gtrowing rather tiresome.

In all my time here, and with the things I've seen, this is the first
urge I've had to address someone publicly. My memory not being nearly as
sharp as it was in my earlier years, I do seem to recall that last I saw
you in Mhaldor, you had some odd new growths in the forms of perhaps
boils. One can only assume these are attributed to your blatant lack of
even token respect for beings greater than yourself.

Do not delude yourself into thinking that as a mortal, you are greater
than any that have ascended to the Garden, regardless of your opinion of
any of Them. Foolishly you seek to antagonize one such Lord who may or
may not be inclined to show restraint in the face of your antics. But
who can know the minds of the Divine, especially of those who have
danced with Chaos?

It is of my opinion that your talent with your mouth can be put to
better uses, perhaps in savoring those grotesque testicle dishes you
seem so fond of. If all else fails, perhaps just a simple smile will
suit you better in the long run. After all, it's the second best thing
you can do with your mouth.

It would do many well to recall that respect is a hands on lesson.
Though these lessons become ever lost over the years, subject to
revisiting. If anything, experience has always proven to be the most
bitter of teachers, as recent events can attest to.

Sincerely,

Kresslack De'Verres

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Chronos, in the year 573 AF.