Greetings, Aetherius. I won't bore you as all else have.

You heard wrong. My "bubbly" of joy can't be popped. It doesn't exist.

I don't have any Caliphs.

The only reason you managed to kill me, was by teaming me with 5 other
people and a seance rite.

I know who your spy is.

Your claims at greatness are obliterated without your totem. It won't be
there for long. Its creator will die repeatedly, once he decides to
leave the Divine Grace of the Gods.

And stop blaming the scribe, he or she did nothing wrong. You did.

-Brutal Trez

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Tenebrae, in the year 441 AD.