Beings as I am not the most well liked invididual around, in fact, I'd
say I'm probably one of the more disliked, feel free to ignore what I
have to write here as I'm sure many of you will. As for those of you
that will continue reading I just wanted to tell an amusing story about
someone who was a little too over eager to disappoint and anger someone
they have much hatred towards.

A certain individual found it necessary to tirelessly trumpet offers of
credits for my head over market channel. Being an aspiring businessman
and etrepreneur I recognized the demand for said item in the market and
also the supply which I had in my possession, right on my shoulders.

And so with the eagerness of someone not only about to make a profit,
but even better make a profit off of their dullard enemy, I set to work
dueling. Not only did this satisfy my need to fight and hone my skills
outside of the arena which I never get tired of, but each time I
happened to lose I got paid credits for my resulting severed head.
Imagine that. They never even stopped to think it suspicious when one
individual, my business partner, traded over ten of my heads in a single
month. But then again, noone has ever really credited said invididual
with noteworthy skills of perception. And thusly, with the aid of a few
people willing to duel, I made a small fortune.

Then this month, thinking back on how easy it was to use this person's
hatred of me to gain access to their wealth, I sought out a thief to
'steal' my belongings. After a few announcements around the market
seeking to buy back my 'stolen' belongings, especially my precious
journals, said individual was more than eager to pay well to get my
possessions and thus disappoint and anger me. And so my business partner
told them that I was willing to pay a very inflated amount to get back
my journals which of course I claimed were full of priceless and
irreplaceable writings. Willing to do about anything to get the better
of me, they paid. And paid well. Half of which wound up in my pocket,
just like the profit from my severed heads.

To think, one of the journals I got for free on the tour and contained
only one page of writing about some house requirements or my background,
and the other a blank that was not even mine but instead a journal I
found on the ground somewhere. Ahhh, if only I could turn selling blank
journals to idiots into a full time job. I would be rich. I could turn
5000 gold investments into many times that all day. Unfortunately I
don't think there is anyone else around here stupid enough to pay so
well for such things and sadly was probably a one time venture.

I do feel slightly bad about just one thing. Selling writing, even just
a page as in thise case, to a mentally handicapped invididual is just
mean. With their record low intelligence I'd be suprised if they are
literate. I should have at least made some drawings in those journals so
they would have something to point and laugh at while drooling on
themselves.

So I say to you my low brow friend, please, PLEASE continue to offer
credits and gold for things that belong to me that I can easily provide
at no cost to myself. I will happily continue to find 'enemies' willing
to 'take' them from me and then gladly split the profits all while
praising Maya for creating such a thing as brain damage.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Valnuary, in the year 591 AF.