Congratulations. The sheer evil of your last post has made me have to change my pantaloons

posthaste.

I have decided to quit the Prophets and become something much less challenging... like a Warrior.

I hope you find it in your heart to forgive my sadism and accept me as a sister of yours.

You are truly a terrible, terrible threat Mr. Whitewolf. I shall cower until you leave these

lands, and nervously look toward the sunshine once again in hopes that you shant return.

Please. Do not frighten me with another post. It is too much for my poor mind to take.

Written by my hand on the 21st of Midsummer, in the year 1100.