The last person in my post, the very same man that swore he'd slay me as
I lay in my grove, the same man who refused to go anywhere near my grove
as I knew he was in the lands, is no other than the infamous Xandor.
Perhaps his memory is fading? I thought the very famous never leave the
memory of the masses! *tsk*


Penned by my hand on the 13th of Sarapin, in the year 311 AF.