I think our great(ly deranged) lord Tyranis has a sick fetish or obsession with touching me and moving me to different places around Avalon. The strange thing is, he only does this when I am not looking! I thought those among the Pantheon were above such sicknesses?!?!? Now where am I to look for guidance about warfare when its god, of all things immortal, is busier playing with me than overseeing more important affairs?
Written by my hand on the 27th of Springflower, in the year 1221.