First of all, it seems to me, you must be an expert at spitting if you hope to hit Grundy when you are locked inside the Cavaliers' guild storerooms and barracks all the time.

Secondly, you have proven, time and again, through your various posts here and your actions in the land that you are an idiot. But by taking the extra step of offending both Grundy and the Lord Rhadamanthys, you have completely and utterly removed an

y nagging suspicion that there would be some iota of hope for your worthless soul and that there is any measure of cerebral activity in the monumental cavern inside your skull.

Arthor, Rhadamanthys will have his essence. He is kind and compassionate and will not approve of my method of providing it. Although it is hard to imagine you have any value whatsoever, offering you to Him will, at very least, make me feel a whole l

ot better.

Next time you see me on line, don't forget to take both your guild tutor and that sheep that belongs to the cavaliers into the barracks with you. At least then your right wrist should no longer be too exhausted to hold your tiny little sword.

This message a public service announcement from your friendly neighbourhood bard.

Written by my hand on the 25th of Paglost, in the year 987.