Some things never change, the idiocy of children being foremost.

confusing lack of action for weakness, the refusal to fight for cowardice,

tut tut tut. Poor lad, must be harsh knowing that everyone considers you a fool and yet you somehow manage to live up to that expectation more and more everyday...

Weas, old, tired, and quite honestly misses the decent fighters (nods to culinane, allanon and co) who at least beat him up with dignity, grudging respect and were damn good rp-ers not just pathetic pkillers.

Written by my hand on the 15th of Cloudburst, in the year 1001.