I was standing right next to Tryn and Conan when Tryn shouted for the brew, and

watched *you* attack *him*, until he finally gave up on holding the brew. Funny

how the stories seem to deviate from reality when you recount them. Unless

maybe I didn't see the entire sequence of events. But what I saw was you

attacking Tryn, not the other way 'round.

Written by my hand on the 5th of Cloudburst, in the year 984.