Sir Arthor, The Honourableto Sir Kes

<rofl> Kes I can count on one finger the number of times thou hast killed me by thyself.

Even when thou jump me, in thy own city, thou cannot.

Thou art a worthless fighter, and no one, (certainly not I) has anything to fear from thee.

Thou may try to destroy my guild if thou wish, though it will probably bring more death on thy head. <shrug>

As for my worst nightmare, thou art more like a pleasant dream to fight. Tis too easy.

I expect no less from huggies that thou wilst team me. <shrug> I will continue to single thee out, and kill thee though.

Who dost thou think thou art kidding, Kes? Hide in thy city with Geist. If thou ever step foot outside, thou wilst die. <smile>

Sir Arthor, who is not afraid of anybody, least of all, Kes.

Written by my hand on the 2nd of Eleuthral, in the year 975.