I know it is painfully hard to fight without your father Profit by your
side, with both of your hands laced together lovingly, and I can see
where you're coming from, you know, unable to cause fear in the hearts
of even the novices that you attempt to steal from. However, I finally
let the whole hunting you thing go, because you're a very boring person
to chase all over Sapience, much similar to Elphaba, though at least you
don't Duanatharan to Shallam and hide on their stacks of guards while
talking like you're someone impressive to fight.
The main point of this post, however, is in need of being stated. Though
I'm sure you love the thought of me standing beside you, dirks flashing
as we battle down YOUR foes, I assure you, the thought sickens me. This
is your only warning: Stop using my name in the illusions that you fight
people with, before I relax my sights from ElphDuanatharanaba, and aim
them back towards you. The only difference is this time when I aim them,
it won't end with me becoming bored of your constant running away to the
wilderness, it'll end with me becoming over-encumbered from carrying
around too many of your decapitated heads.
Give my regards to your father, please. He has just done -such- a wonder
at robbing the Moliuvia family. In fact, I'd swear everyone he's snapped
has boasted about how horribly he failed. Pity. With The Veil of Supreme
Cowardice, you'd swear he'd be better at stealing than that. Like father
like son though, I suppose.

With all the love in my heart for you three fail Serpents mentioned,
~~ Cobault Moliuvia ~~

P.S. Snapping someone to hit a guard does not make you a good fighter.
It's pathetic. I should buy all three of you a buckawn's spine so you
can at least tell people that you actually have a spine when someone
asks.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Daedalan, in the year 586 AF.