First of all, Eloire isn't Fat.

Seccond of all, that story made no sense, and was not a correct depiction of events, the fact is, you, silly wench, over-estimaded your sorc/acid rain combo. You payed the price.

No one on my team shipped on that fight. And you, left, to a sewer from a locked room with earthbinding up.

Either way.

Cow

You lost, I won, and you will pay for killing eloire later in the Temple.

Written by my hand on the 4th of Midsummer, in the year 1152.