Out of Material.

Shouldn't believe everything you hear, Saj, especially when you're surrounded by morons.

She's right about the fighting, though, I wouldn't have the first clue. But to stoop to personal attacks on my character? That was just rude! I'll have you know that my burrowing into a city to make off with all the comms happened -once- in what was perhaps one of the most glorious uses of guile and tact the land has ever seen. One time can hardly can be considered \"a history of behaviour\".

Moreover, I'll also inform you that when that did happen, it was with the help of one your associates who was a ranking official at that time in Mercinae and knowingly handed over the keys. The wolves in sheep's clothing sleep on YOUR doorstep, Sajora, not mine.

Written by my hand on the 26th of Hindyear, in the year 1317.