I have proven myself, already, in the all around ability. You know how TWO cities failed under your belt. Project all of your failure at me all you want. The facts stand. You make a terrible leader. Mercinea crumbled and continues to decline. You moved to Parrius where (and I will take personal responsibility) you infected the wounds of a princessless city
You are the scavenger of Avalon. You act like a buddy, knowing you're weak, and you strike when you know your biggest suckass is the fattest.
I am, have been, on to you, you Parasite. And I have been holding back.
Written by my hand on the 22nd of Skyelong, in the year 1320.