I attacked ya cause you were out of a city storeroom, and that in itself warrants enough
excitment for the long trip to that backwater village you call home. Just your plain
bad luck that you got shipped, and mine that I missed the fact that you were trundling
along a cart that I forgot to pick up. Darn.
Written by my hand on the 13th of Cloudburst, in the year 959.