Some people just don't know when to quit.

I speak to you all today of Kaelin. The poor sod has taken it into his
head that I'm terrified of him. Why? I can't tell you, but I think it
has to do with the day he flashed me. In any case, even that thing he
hides under his armor isn't enough to dissuade me from my demands.

I'm sure some of you are confused as to the events leading up to this
posting, so I will recap briefly. I left Cyrene and the Wardens to
implant a bunch of totems for Mhaldor. After realizing I'm not fond of
being a plaything of Sartan, I retuned all those totems to attack
everyone except myself. A very simple trick, one Kaelin himself informed
me I had the ability to pull off.

Feeling bad for the poor Sartanites, I offered to make those totems
inert for a mere 10,000 gold sovereigns, less than I was already owed
for the work I'd done. 17 totems, a bill of 17,000. A mere 10K to fix it
seemed more than reasonable. But Kaelin, that poor man, had to shoot his
mouth off. After berating, insulting, and threatening me, he's managed
to raise the price of my complicity in rectifying this terrible
situation. My demand stands at a mere tenth of a million sovereigns. Not
so much when you look at it.

But... I feel I need more. I feel unloved and hurt by Kaelin's tone. If
it wasn't for a dear friend of mine, I don't know how I'd ever recover.
I feel that I also need some love to be shown, after all helping those
who so recently have threatened to kill me just wouldn't sit well. I
need a kiss. No, I need a lot of kisses. I demand, in addition, a kiss
each from the Maldaathi leadership. At North of Thera. At a declared
time and date, as I feel at this point I would need public support to
face that cruel (and scary) Kaelin.

Ryvern K'Treva, Son of Aife

PS Kaelin, if you flash me again, I'll double the price, and refuse to
kiss you back.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Lupar, in the year 304 AF.