Dearest Qrick,

You indeed praise me with your accusations. After all I am a Thief! However, this deed

I cannot take credit for. Oh, how I wish I could!!

Although the demise of your poor eagle is facinating and does bring a tear to my eyes there is something

of far greater concern that perturbs my poor, humble self. Your state of mind, dear Qrick! It is

one thing to listen to your constant excuses and pathetic ramblings. Quite another to see how obsessed you

are with me! Well, I would understand were you a lady, Qrick - my charm does tend to swoon the

lowest tavern wench to the fairest maiden. However, your facination with me leaves room for questionable assumptions, little mage.

Alas, I fear for your reputation - nay, for your sanity, dear Qrick. I suggest you carefully contemplate before posting.

By the Gods, think before you speak, man, less all of Avalon will think you a daft, whiny child!

Written by my hand on the 27th of Paglost, in the year 1116.