I'd say this all in 'meows', but it's too annoying for me to do so. So,
the little puss that goes by the name of Neko, will have to take off his
diaper for just a moment. Sorry, Antioch.

Not only do you kill two of the Wytchen that you don't even know, nor
have ever spoken to, you kill two of them that are barely a fraction of
your might, skillwise. Afterwards, you cower in Antioch like the
frightened little puss that you are, and talk an enormous load of shit.
Typical Neko style mmm?

We won't stoop down to your level and kill fresh out of novicehood
Clerics, and go home and beat our chests and scream and yell like you.
Nor will we go after the poor girl that you're declaring all these acts
are for, either. She's paid her dues. We will however, be watching for
the moment you step outside your city. I don't care what size the army
is you have with you. We will find you, and we will make you hurt. Each
innocent Wytch you harm is another reason, and another idea of just
exactly what we're going to do with you.

The next time you preach such a load, public act of aggression, follow
through with it. Killing two young, rather defenseless Wytchen doesn't
count. And afterwards, wipe your mouth. There's still a tiny bit of
bullshit around your lips.


Drillia Argyle

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Halitus, in the year 463 AD.