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Written by: Purifying Flame, Daskalos Qefin, the Untempered Truth
Date: Thursday, April 26th, 2012
Addressed to: Commander Moirean Seirath
Imp,
My ears were silenced to you because the high pitched sound of them is
annoying, and I grew tired of your endless shouts of a most pointless
nature. If you wish a fight, then a fight you shall have, the time and
place is of your choosing.
Do me a favor, though, and don't run to your private wings room
everytime the fight starts to turn against you like you did when you
fought Isto, it's not really a fight when you sit perched so high above.
As for the territory, it's all cyclical, my dear Moirean. If you think
Bloodloch won anything more than a small skirmish, then you are
mistaken.
D. Qefin
P.S. It's good to see your soul in the realm again, I heard that was
impossible for a few months there. Such a shame.
Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Ios, in the year 360 MA.