Just so you know, Mojo, Springdale and all within her sacred walls have had a great laugh at your expense for the last few months. Your attempts at infiltrating the city of Dreams have been as pathetic and transparent as your life. Keep telling yourself you were nearly succesful but then consider why you were never admitted, and why you were to your last day in Avalon, hounded and killed for the animal you are by Springdale. You fell for it and fell for it hard, fool. Take that with you to your grave.
Written by my hand on the 28th of Midsummer, in the year 1149.