Amazing what happens when you have the intellect of a Springdalian Paladin but refuse to use it, preferring instead to post with the banal tongue of the serpent. Turn on your own first, and then ask question later. Very apt.

You missed the part of the post where you said you had a face like a mule's ass, breath like a well dunged field in Springflower and graduated top of your class at Shargal's Charm School for Petulant Ladies.

Have a nice day now

Clansman Grymauch, Paladin of Springdale

Written by my hand on the 24th of Paglost, in the year 1119.