Let us backtrack a little, shall we mage? You and your stalwart companion Kuma were demonstrating your potent skills of pill splash summon to rituals upon a newly returned character who is no doubt still in awe of the virtuosity displayed.

As Kuma appeared reluctant to return the challengles I duly issued him, I chose to enter your location and led him to the clouds where he could be whipped at leisure. However he eluded me and we both emerged in the lurching mess that appears to follow

you everywhere.

forgive me if I was unwilling to loiter for the inevitable ratting tabla silence ritual combination which obsesses the pair of you but I opted to traverse. forgive me if I did not have the time to assess my traversal options, I was naturally terrified

and desperate to escape. And do find it in your heart to forgive this poor creature for not making sure Kuma was no longer following me when I did so.

That was how Kuma ended up in the Thakrian Jeweller's store, faced by an alarmed Arturo. Quite how you contrived to arrived I admit I am uncertain but it was not my doing. And having arrived you think you'd be overjoyed to not only access a stockroom

but also have your enemies at your mercy in a locked room. Never the battleground I'd choose against so competent a mage.

Alas due to some miscalculations on your part I imagine you both fell dead. Apologies to Orielle for the potential security breach of my fearful retreat and to Arturo who in a rare moment was caught off guard and fell in the battle and apologies to my

fellow sorcerers for being compelled to post in so risible a forum, I expect your disfavours.

As for you mage, I crave a boon. Once, just once, think before you post. There is enough of your clutter on this and other boards to last many diligent scribes a lifetime sorting.

Kindest Regards, Hekate

Written by my hand on the 11th of Hindyear, in the year 1118.