After taking the medication I see you and your legions clearly, but you don't see ours.
Once again the arse of thakria has farted out again and what a smell it is, perhaps the air freshner of the
mercinaen legions may make the land smell better.
Come at us plaman with all you got, since you have not seen all we have, and very very soon, you will
withdraw of fall.
Written by my hand on the 1st of Leaflost, in the year 1056.