First off, we import all natural Dairuchi silk to use in all our veils,
blindfolds, and personal restraints. We feel it is a much better quality
than that rough junk most use from Angkrag spiders. Everyone knows
Ankrag spiders are inbred anyway.

Secondly, your diseases are your own fault. You apparently contracted
this skinrot from picking up a chocolate bunny from the ground and
eating it (who even does that. Honestly), and asked me to help you cure
it in Xion. I explained that there was a closer machine, and the gnomes
had it. Our harlots in the Palace of Pleasure had rented it from the
gnomes using a legally binding contract (I figure you can understand
that part), and that seeing as you were an enemy to the city, you would
have to wait until our lease agreement expired.

You yourself asked me for amnesty to get cured, and I explained that
only for trained dancers and harlots could use it for now. You agreed to
audition for a role, refused to perform, and took advantage of our
amnesty to attack poor Madame Sayochi, who only wanted to see you dance.
She's a bit handsy, but she means well. She's got this thing she does
with her toes, and...well, never mind that.

As for your last point, you should be ashamed of yourself, and Hallifax
should be ashamed of you too. Visiting the fulcrux of a divine, yelling
at a denizen dwelling within, throwing your instrument at the master
shrine, and more like a depraved child. Don't they teach social graces
where you come from?


Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Roarkian, in the year 405 CE.