Humor
Written by: Daskalos Qefin
Date: Friday, February 21st, 2014
Addressed to: Haruspex Veovis, Sanguine Prophet
Mist,
On the one hand, you tell me that my physical might means nothing, yet on the other, you refer to me as food -- and yet to feed on me, to make me your food, you would have to be able to physically defeat me.
Go, feed on rats and other vermin. They are, perhaps, the best shot you have at avoiding starvation.
Yours is an inferior race, an abomination, which relies upon the blood of the living -- because that is where true power lies -- to simply exist.
Mist want a cracker?
D. Qefin
Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Chakros, in the year 413 MA.