Ok, this will be my last post to you.

Not only was I not cowering from you. I came out of the barracks, and you and your knucklhead boytoy Flembar, both hit malloran, like the numbskulls you are.

I suppose from now on, I should ask if it is an appropriate time for me to bb? I'll make a shout everytime I do so you can respond. Maybe then, you'll bloody stop posting about insignificant bullshit?

Written by my hand on the 10th of Leaflost, in the year 1148.