You.
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I pass through your rits, at the Path Entrance. I take damage, my demons respond.

Note ye did not ship? Or are ye claiming I can't do that to ye? Note that I

departed as soon as I realised ye were under attack? Note that I apologied, a

Sorcerer!?


Still not good enough for ye?


Then in future I shall not deign to be so gentle with ye, fool.


Prepare yeself. Death comes.


Written by my hand on the 17th of Paglost, in the year 996.