You are a pathetic excuse for an achaean, with the innane love-ability of a pubic louse.
Juno is going to visit Mariah one of these days, and like his warcry states, Vexlores blood runs like fine wine. You my putrid stench of congealed monkey vomit, are my goal.
I have been made an enemy of Ashtan .. so what .. the only time I ever entered that city was to kill you ... and you ran away, you have the habit of doing that .. it was lucky the poison on my sword killed you the last time.

I know you are going to whinge to your guild and they will hunt me .. so what dying doesnt hurt too much.
Life without pain has no meaning ... Vega I am going to give your life alot of meaning.

IT IS NOW OPEN SEASON ON YOU ... I SENT YOU A MESSAGE SEVERAL DAYS AGO .. AS A FIRST WARNING, LAST NIGHT WAS A SECOND ... THIS IS THE THIRD ...THERE IS NO MORE.

Chevalier Molotov

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Mayan, in the year 237 AF.