Your dare take my Lords name in vain on the elders board. For this alone me and no doubt other followers of the Night will visit 100 deaths upon your miserable soul.
The irony of your idiocy lies in the fact that since my return I have not once seen you outside your stockroom. In fact i was convinced your suffix was 'Habadashery Store', where you sit and ignore repeated challenges with total impugnity.
Enjoy your new life under the suffocating blanket of the Night.
Written by my hand on the 8th of Hindyear, in the year 1168.