Yet again, your penchant for highly sympathetic and endearing words of
comfort know no bounds. Nay! They echo through the ages, and all look to
you for solace and consoling in the face of bitter defeat and tragedy.

I would fall into Strife and seek Vengeance in the face of Sin, should
those words you spoke so brightly turn out to be true.





I would, but, I forget; they no longer exist.





-The Charlatan

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Glacian, in the year 612 AF.