Its far cry from the days you used to be my mentor and I your squire that you produce such pathetic excuses to the profession. Not only did your protege Kinjin, a peer I might add, decide to fight his challenge with me in city staves, not the utmost of bravery but ok, no big deal. He then felt the need to team up with old zuul in order to save his delicate backside. The biggest insult however was the sense of satisfaction he got from such cowardice. I know I dont expect much from your fair city but I t

hought better of you as a mentor and guide. I'm sure this will be seen as a moan, but I'm used to death. Its not about killing or dying it's more than that. I just hoped there was enough of the old Dunccan left to understand where I'm coming from. Perhaps I'm too much the optimist and that Dunccan is truly dead.

Ironhand

Written by my hand on the 9th of Skyelong, in the year 1235.