Idle Threats.

You say you didnt take my weapon. Fine. But since whoever did was with you, im still holding you responsible.

You shout threats at me and turn off your tells. You seem to think youre a feared man here in Avalon. I have news for you. Everyone knows what kind of smarmy, sewer-dwelling, rat-bastard coward you really are. You want to fight me? Fine. Lose your lit

tle entourage and LET'S GET IT ON!!!


Written by my hand on the 13th of Midwinter, in the year 1044.