Being a little scrounger AFTER a battle doesn't make you a bandit you moron. That makes you a janitor, cleaning up after people. Don't tell me you're still bitter for being thrown out and enemied to Parrius so you ran back to ST and the Prophets with

your tail between your legs and now your pathetic attempt to lash back at me.

I find this laughable.

Tukar, seeing seers

Written by my hand on the 9th of Agamnion, in the year 1042.