Finbar, Illuminatito Narissa, Mistress of Thieves

I don't revert, it is my natural state. Insecure? I am secure and confident of

your impending - repeated - deaths.

History will recall only that you spoke too much, too loudly, and died far more

often than anyone really should.

Isn't love just wonderful?

Written by my hand on the 22nd of Hindyear, in the year 1142.