Apparently, dearest Darknight, you and I had two seperate converstations
as you sat fearlessly inside an undisclosed locations in Ashtan where no
one could find you, telling me that I had to come to you for you never
(no, never!) come outside so quickly after a robery. As I proceeded to
tell you that you will regret stealing from my loved ones, you
apparently devised this whole seeming battle between us, debating
heavily the nature of good and evil! My gods, where ever you got that
pot, please, share the secret. I'd love to be that incredibly
delusional. I am not "good". I've never claimed to be. In all my
actions, and all my follies, I've never scooped up the banner for
fighting for the innocents. See, I hate you because you are, in plainest
terms, a solipsistic (pause here for shuffling of a dictionary) idiot
who has his head jammed so far up his own as that he has no idea what is
up, and what is down. I don't even know who the hell "your kind" is.
Aren't your own children even slaying you? As for hating you for being
evil, you are no more evil than I am a Maldaathian Knight. I only happen
to hate "evil" because they are, nine and a half times out of ten, those
that chose to harrass my loved ones. That's why I landmark with Shallam,
that's why I jump at every opprotunity to team their (and yours, because
you seem to think you're evil) worthless hides. For my loved ones. For
my Brothers and Sisters, for my guildmates, for my clanmates. I'm
nuetral unless I get pissed off. But I am not good. Yank your head out
of you ass and try listening when you speak to people.
outb sileris
apply sileris for Silvaria... If you claim the use of my grove and totem
combined isn't use of my skill, neither is sitting one room over, hiding
from city defs, shooting arrows like a dumb whore. I don't know who, or
what for that matter, could ever befriend such a creature so vile and
disgusting are yourself. And, by the way, dear, coherency is important
when posting. I've no idea what the hell you were babbling about through
half of it.

Chammilla Lena-Weltsdown

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Sarapin, in the year 311 AF.