a wake up.

Sir Arthor, The Honourableto Plaman

<chuckle> And thou wouldst not know anything about those groups, would thee, friend?

Julian, I am not complaining. I like seeing the darkness of Allanon's soul. And I only attacked thee to carry out justice against thee for teaming me.

Sir Arthor, shut it, Kes.

Written by my hand on the 8th of Agamnion, in the year 979.