Oh my dear helpless Chammilla,

Before I so cleverly emptied out your shop and the others of your
family, You considered me one of your friends. How foolish of you, dear,
to think I would befriend one with such low IQ and interest. My friends,
may be few, but they are loyal and most of them aren't even "allies".
You see, there exists a bond between people that surpasses the wisdom of
mortals. Unlike yourself, I don't sleep with every man or woman that
comes my way. You speak of me, phasing inside a city....Well, I use the
skills I have to do what is needed. And you are not one to talk,
considering the only way you can kill someone is by summoning them into
your grove, which has a totem that transfix's and causes about 800
damage. Any druid with that in thier grove, can just eject, bolt,
summon. So don't go on about people running, because Snakes,
unfortunately, are not talented in fighting like paladins. We don't
fight head to head, we pick the right moment and take it. How many times
have I killed you just by shooting you with my bow, nothing else? You
didn't expect it, did you. Either your a complete moron, or my timing is
always perfect. If you ask me, its both. So go crawl your skanky behind
back under the rock, sitting near your totem, along with the rest of the
maggots that feed off your dead corpses.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Sarapin, in the year 311 AF.