no

my crop is for me to worry about. I attacked sabrelon because of his mouthing off and threating me concering a matter with me helping a city mate, something that had nothing to do with him until he butted in. You were with him, you attacked me, I attacked back. You told me when I challenged you that I was beneath you, and not worth your time, yet when I did finally irk you into a challenge, I beat you fairly... again, and again, and again.

<--was left out

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