I beg to differ, sir.

Our first encounter entailed you entering the Path entrance and slaying my demons as I was preparing for a challenge. Our next three meetings had you committing the exact same act after I challenged Tim and waited for him to respond. The next time we met, you entered Thakria, as an enemy, and ambushed Jarlaxel as I stood there. If you expect me to do nothing at such a moment, you obviously have an ill-conceived notion of

who I am. You then threated to strip me as soon as I left the littlewho list. All of this before I reached the age of twenty-two.

I find it difficult to fathom why you lie about the quite unsavory things you do when everyone is well aware of them and why you found it necessary to include me in your feeble-minded attempt to justify them. The very idea that you did so in response to losing a battle and dying some is not only highly amusing, it is also quite the glimse into your mentality. Tis a pity that you cannot accept yourself for what you are.


Written by my hand on the 14th of Ilmarael, in the year 1154.