I'm not the one with the problem.

Ahh Dartanian, I see now. So it was not my skill which killed you the

second time, it was your overwhelming pride that crippled you so. *chuckles*

After killing you that first time (which, in retrospect, I'm almost

apologetic for, because it wasn't fair for you in the least), your

own hubris made you die by my hand the second time. I could ask you how

you could possibly quibble over the last kill when you so willingly

handicapped yourself, but I won't. And I won't even ask how, after

freely admitting that you practically slit your own throat with my

sword, you feel that you need to make up for that \"coincidence\" with

me. I will say, however, that the only one who has a problem with the

outcome of that little learning session is you... quite frankly, I am

very pleased with the results. So if you feel the need to prove yourself

strong by stomping someone half your size into the ground, then by

all means, issue challenge. But please, don't try to provoke me into

a fight with you, lest my pride overwhelms me as yours did you, and I

find myself struck down by the same force which granted me victory in

our last fight.


--Young Mage Sorianon

Written by my hand on the 3rd of Hindyear, in the year 1036.