Oh, please.

Date: 8/10/2012 at 8:33
From: Demiurge of the Infinite, Grin Lazariss
To : Riftwalker Kando, Luck's Prophet
Subj: Oh, please.

Dear Kando,

Remember how I promised not to tell your little secret about being a Nighthawk to anyone? Do you remember how I confronted you after I found all the proof I needed to confirm you were one of the Night Mother's useless little worms? Do you remember that time I interrupted you and Lilah on the roofs of Yabon, when you were in the middle of explaining what was necessary for her as a member of the Nighthawks? I certainly remember. I also remember asking Tahni what the hell the deal was with you, to which she replied quite adamantly, 'don't look into it if you know what's good for you'.

Bite me, little pissant hawk. Each death I suffer is a simple stepping stone to enligtenment while I refuse to submit to any 'final will' of Lims-Kragma until I decide I'm done with this life. You, your undead brethren, and anyone who has the balls to follow you against me, will all feel the wrath of a true Hunter.

Don't bother with the whole 'I don't know what you're talking about' nonsense you're bound to spew after seeing this post. And don't bother getting your wife, Tahni, to stand up for you either. I know what I've seen, and now, everyone gets to hear about it.

Lastly, by all means. Come try and mow through these constables while I sit laughing at you, sipping my whiskey from Lims-Kragma's jeweled flask. At the end of the day, I'll be all the more richer, carrying a crate of your heads, which I'll leave in a tidy bundle near wherever Shlean's piss-begrimed shrine to himself got to.

Everlaughing, Grin Lazariss.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Dzanin, in the year 34.