That's funny, because you are a hotair breathing, posturing numbskull who is destined to be Avalon's very own knucklehead, nothing more.

Or maybe destined to be known as the one who was around for his city to be raized not once, but twice and then happily turned his back on it, after the damage had been done?

Take your pick, they both suit you to a T.

Written by my hand on the 26th of Ilmarael, in the year 1143.