The Sceptre of the Night.

The Kodiak Bearto Lyrical Gangster Camaris

I was possessed of every faculty at all times Camaris. When I did have to day dream, I retired to the bulletin board to muse in peace as you and your cohorts will no doubt have noticed.

A small amount of banter, and then a refusal to be droned to death with the buzzing words of swarming pests does not an empty headed bear make.

Written by my hand on the 19th of Paglost, in the year 1153.