What compels somebody to write a post talking about how wonderful they are. How perfect of spirit, heart, morals, and combat? How dare you talk about your youth in Mercinae as I was also there with you and the young vibrant Fist I know is long gone and replaced with this other entity who while (by his own admission as I've not witnessed it) fights well, doesn't have the same heart or the spirit to make his city great rather then just talk about individual greatness.

Sajora

Written by my hand on the 8th of Springflower, in the year 1155.