-=casually saunters into the room and leans against the wall smiling mischieviously at you as she slowly raises her hands and begins to applaud you=-

Congratulations m'dear, you have quite eloquently put Pilate in his place and didn't have to raise a finger to do it, especially the middle one. I, once again, bow to your utter and complete verbosity and beg you to continue your efforts in dealing with the whining that seems to have become, as of late, the newest "fad" of the Achaen public newsboards.

-=chuckles, shaking her head as she strides out of the room, her whip trailing behind her=-

May the Brightness of Light, Know the Darkness of Night,
Whip Mistress of Pleasure, Brownwyn Gore, The Dark Concubine

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Glacian, in the year 256 AF.