Oh Tanris! In all these years I cannot recall you using your words so
well! And such big words too! You're not at all the troglodyte I had
imagined. Well, at least not in this instance, you're not. Here all this
time I thought the only word you were capable of speaking was,
'Duanathar.' Silly me.

But, my oh my, what a depressing lot the Oblivious are. You and Amunet
should draw back the shades on that little house of yours out there in
the suburbs and let in some fresh air and sunlight. It does wonders to
chase the blues away. You'll be over Gloirin's suicide before you know
it.

Father Bahtell Argenthand Del'Strata,
Caliph of the Holy City of Shallam
Vox Solis of the Order of Mithraea

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Sarapin, in the year 581 AF.