Again, mere words from an unaccomplished wannabe. The history of exchanges
between us has been marked solely by your constant running to stock and guild
seeking merely to kill off my mounts. Indeed, in our last challenge, you bested
me, only to die immediately to me upon my resurection, even with Ender, the rear
admiral (pun intended) in tow.
For this, my unicorn died and was offered by you, and then you hightailed it to
outp athillias stock and logged off after i killed -- but did not offer your steeds. Only after
you had left, did I rethink and remember that giving you the honour of not offering
your steeds was a waste of my energies, so I offered all your mounts.
You run, you hide, you make excuses. You issue challenges to less experienced and
less skilled on most occasions, and you mostly just talk talk talk.
When are you jumping off the cliff, I have all my reserved seats sold, and merely
need a date.
Written by my hand on the 28th of Ilmarael, in the year 1121.