It seems that during my absence, dear little Jander has finally reached

Ultimate in all his skills and so comes out of his hole once in a while.

You should know how happy this makes me, little boy.

I'm coming for you... very soon.

Much love,

Jhor, The about-to-be-accused-of-sadism Warlock

P. S. Go clean your armor... you stink.

Written by my hand on the 12th of Midsummer, in the year 1024.