These are your first words to me since my release...

Eisenherz Meerkat, die Schwartztraume tells an enormous black bear, \"Hmm, one would think that after so many decades of being stuck in mephisto's statue gallery, that you might be a little less inclined to shoot vitriol toward thakria, and instead direct it toward mephisto's order and city\".

Eisenherz Meerkat, die Schwartztraume tells an enormous black bear, \"It was all over city actions\"

This is no inquiry. This is a flat out accusation. I asked you for details and you couldn't give any answers other than to say you \"heard it a few months ago\". I suspect what you heard was some little voice inside your head. You really should stop doing whatever it is you're smoking or huffing.

If you aren't doing anything... illicit, then I urge Lady Xanthe and Lord Castigere to launch an investigation into why people living in the northern hemisphere of Avalon develop such chronic cases of brain rot.

Believe those little voices in your head if you wish. There is nothing I can do about that. But until these last few Avalon months, I had no qualms with anyone in Thakria save your drunken sot of a princess. So bluster on, old friend, bluster on...

Nekkidness Reigns!

Aja

Written by my hand on the 8th of Springflower, in the year 1197.