I am surprised you waited until you were un-ghosted to post, so

rapid is your desire to whine. Your selective memory

approaches that of Dunccan's it would seem.

Yes, I attacked you in Eleusis as you were not in a challenge.

Yes, I did get your message that you were sparring. I am fairly

sure you heard my tell, which was to get into a challenge or deal

with it. You decided that you would attack me. This I can

understand. What I don't understand, and what you have

neglected to mention, was that I told you to leave Thakria and go

back to Springtown and I would halt my attacks on you, that

attacking me the day before in my Temple was a bad idea and

you deserved no respect. You persisted in trying to reach me. I

admire your tenacity but question your judgment, but lately you

have shown a few lapses in judgment where I am concerned so it

does not surprise me.

And yes, you did manage to get near me, only to see me escape

you yet again. I then raised additional defenses and came back

for you, but Maleki proved the swifter and you paid for your

hardheadedness. And finally, yes, I did hold you under bond, so

I could discuss the insult you dealt my Lord when you and

Tazius tried whatever it is that you two were on about when you

came to His temple. Was it frustration that the two of you could

not catch me when you decided to involve yourself in a fight

between Tazius and I? Was it extortion to demand blessings in

exchange for my life, as you explained? Was it intimidation to

get me to undo the curses on Tazius, as you told me? Was it an

attack, after nullifying a defense, spitting sata and blocking the

exits? I told you then that attacking me in Temple was an

amazingly bad idea. In what had to be a precognitive flash of

insight, you responded that you were full of amazingly bad ideas.

Unfortunately for the two of you it actually turned out to be a bad

idea, for I slipped away from you both and then, (I think you will

have to agree), you both got the blessings you demanded.

As far as arse-wiping goes, I now have the perfect tool for the

job. It is small, shrunken and bears an amazing resemblance to

you. I certainly hope that the hairs do not fall out before it makes

itself fully useful in that department.

Written by my hand on the 1st of Mournsend, in the year 1129.