Here is an itemized list of all my responses to your verbal diarhhea.

1. The prefix master was given to all the seers after we bonded mercinae and springdale, enslaved their stones, and robbed them blind.

2. Awe your sick of being teamed? isn't that too bad why don't you join a friggin city make some friends and actually try working as a cohesive unit, instead of your incessant hot dogging attempts to be a lone wolf? Pure mathematics should explain

that to you 2 is better than 1.

3. A mother bears much rage towards the defilers of her progeny however she would be born off to a mental institute for attempting to kill everyone holding a baby in an attempt to gain vengeance on her tormenters

4. How high up in perception is subject dodging anyways, you seem to have that skill turned on at all times. I comment on dunccans bloodlust and you start bitching about being teamed and my choice in names?

Lastly if you really want to challenge me do so anytime, I'll accept however I would be interested to know what throwing yourself on me (me being probably 1/8 of your size ) would prove? Yet you still insist on calling us cowards.

Written by my hand on the 27th of Cloudburst, in the year 1070.