It's sad that people rage so much over nothing. Anybody who knows me,
actually knows me and doesn't make up lies and assumptions, knows I
spend all my time replanting. If there are no herbs on Earth, then
that's not to do with me. They were there when I left and you were still
there.

Give your lies to your own city who believes them and throw your
childish fits elsewhere. I have work to do.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Vestian, in the year 414 CE.