As to our battle and my 'stunning victory' as you called it.

The only reason that you died today is because your pride got in the

way. You kept on coming, even after I catted you wouldnt leave me in

peace even with Cordon suggesting you leave it. You just couldn't let

go. I feel I played second fiddle in the matter of your demise. The

worst of the damage was done by your ego.

As a final word I suggest that you find yourself a city you like,

most of them sell apples cheaply all year round.

Written by my hand on the 7th of Eleuthral, in the year 1106.