Hail Aetherius

Poor poor, bard. That last incendiary I shot you with, must have
frazzled your brain a bit, when you exploded.

I don't know what veil you speak of, but I leave women's clothing for
the women or cross-dressers. I had thought you were neither but..

Anyway, you obsession with Fergus is a little odd, but I don't know
which way your door swings, so I'll accept you for who you are, a moron,
who thinks he got teamed when he gets blown up from arrows.

Wanna fight me one on one? Let me know, and you'll find me at Aryana's
Spring.

Until then, flute boy.

- Warlord Juganothion Gazali, the Arm of Death

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Aequitas, in the year 464 AD.