Azral,
You challenged me to a spar recently, but after I dsl'd you one time,
you ran into Ashtan defenses crying about not having epidermal. You
waited inside of Shallam until I lost interest (some 30 minutes later,
during which you were taunting me, crying about no epidermal, and
newsing constantly) Today you sat atop the clouds, shooting arrows at
Shallamese. When someone came to stop you, you whine like a pathetic
inbred and cried to Tranquility, who killed your assailant. Now here's
the challenge. Me and you. No city defenses. No Champions. Just me
versus you. Devout versus Legion. Do you have the honour, and the guts,
to accept? Or are you too scared? Your decision, but if you decline, you
will be hunted endlessly. Tranquility isn't always here to protect you.

Lord Qwilleran Tiercel, of the Devout

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Scarlatan, in the year 283 AF.