Apologies mean pretty much crap, but oh well, that's about all I can do.

It's basically this, I've gone through a few significant changes,
physically, and mentally. As far as I am now concerned, I have no
enemies. While I can't force anything, I ask that this is reciprocrated,
so I can get on with my life and be of some benefit to my societies that
I am a part of.

Hopefully I was blunt enough, but whatever.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Lupar, in the year 299 AF.