Let me make this as clear as possible; it's not a threat, it's a 100% garuntee. You mave have given Lord Apollo a little bit of experiance by offering him my pony, but it will shrivel next to the mountains of xp you will now lose. The gloves are off, I'll not relent and I swear you will regret making an enemy of me.

Web and poisons are a big part of a brigands skills, if you can't cope and learn from your mistakes, then don't cry about, you've only yourself to blame for you failures. As for you not taking threats lightly, you'll take them whichever way I bloody well give them. I've stomped your ass in and out of challenges. I don't care how many enemies I make in wrecking you, for every bruise I get will be dealt five broken bones.

Written by my hand on the 25th of Cloudburst, in the year 1208.