I think you need to pull your head out of the ass of a certain someone. Its cutting off the oxygen supply to your brain. You only got one pouch from me during your short stop-over in bandits. It was empty. You never got ant Athanzar from me. I never c
arried it then.
If any ranger ever over-picked, im sure you were one of them. Your were poor thief and an even worse ranger. You cant even be honest with yourself about what a follower you are, how could you be honest about any of your supposed exploits?
Written by my hand on the 29th of Midsummer, in the year 1046.