You should know exactly what Sajora is talking about, you are first the young who got evil dished out to them.

Then the elder who wouldn't leave a stockroom or afk, or stay dp when the rest of your city was fighting.

I should know, I was the one defending you first, then watching you sit dp while stockrooms were broken into, people were stripped, and fields were robbed.

Written by my hand on the 29th of Midsummer, in the year 1154.