Whatever you say Shakal. Perhaps if you tell yourself that enough times, you will feel slightly better about yourself. Go hug a stave, it is all you are good for.

And Blotto, did I then somehow jump you in your stockroom? If you never come out during that time?

As I recall, I jumped you right near Path entrance, then spent the better part of 5 minutes chasing you around while you panicked and tried to get your bearings.

I then pursued you into that village you call a city where you promptly shieldrushed me into the Cluttered Weaponsmith.

You then locked the door, killed my eagle, and ran to your stockroom.

You did come out on a speedpath to run to me at path entrance to lick me and right back into your hole.

So, the price of attacking a \"noble\" warrior such as yourself is one eagle and a lick?

Truly amazing. Your bravery is legendary I'm sure.

Oh and in case your little head didn't manage to catch your name already mentioned...

Blotto, Blotto, Blotto.'

What're you going to do about it? Bleed on me?

Pahn

Written by my hand on the 9th of Skyelong, in the year 1116.