Vega... your recent words and actions lead me to this conclusion of you.

With this mentality, I assure you, you will not get far.

A brief summary of your most hard thought comments: I'm going to kill
you all with my army of imaginary people that I know are imaginary.. but
you dont and because you dont you must think I'm telling the truth so if
I scare you... oooh shiney coin...

It was decided on by the majority of the guild elders, that your
attitude towards this guild had lost any hopes of being changed. Deny it
to yourself, but most of Aetherius that's had to deal with you in the
past would back me up in agreeing with the way you are. Your days of
nonsense within this guild are over. We are sick of being held
responsible for the way you act and the actions you take, out of pure
selfishness.

I look forward to seeing your disgraceful being unphased long enough for
me to get my dirk under your skin. However, seeing as you hide away in
your Stavenn shop, I am displeased that I may never see your face
outside of the city again. As long as you keep class, you will be
hunted. As long as you believe that you'll really make a difference
outside of the guild, you will be hunted. I am done dealing with your
immature attempt to be something you're not.

You're one of those old women that hold a grudge so long, that it
eventually consumed your entire life. I'm glad to say you're no longer
under the protection of this guild. You're about useful as that plant
that used to sit on your desk. I think I may have thrown it out... but
if I find it.... I'll be sure to leave it in your shop. He'd look nice
in your stockroom I imagine.

For the rest of Aetherius, I'm relieved to say that you can no longer
send your complaints about her in my direction. Find someone else to
gripe to, as I've clipped her wings and let her go on a steep mountain.
Something I should have done ages ago.


Drillia Argyle

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Ultio, in the year 447 AD.