Pardon me.

Look, you has been, I don't give a rats ass about you. Other than seeing your dead corpse littered in pieces upon the battlefield.

You created the problem by attacking and attempting to strip a lw Brigand, now, you will deal with the consequences.

Your friends will not always be there to hide behind, wench.

As far as me flodding you with tells and msgs, you are grossly mistaken. You sent as many as I did, and that wasn't even much.

For the maturity deprived individuals as yourself, it is simple to get people to stop talking to you, ignore them.

Written by my hand on the 6th of Ilmarael, in the year 1142.