I see you kept some parts of you petrified...

I merely asked you as to the veracity of something I had heard. You chose to become hostile and defensive, as well as completely misunderstood the question. You then proceeded to inform me (from the safety of your treetops, no less) that I will never be able to kill you.

I suppose you're right at that, considering I can't get to you there, therefore I can not kill you.


Written by my hand on the 1st of Springflower, in the year 1197.