Seems someone is trying to stir trouble, gentlemen, and I did not even
finish reading the letter of rot I was sent. One becomes immune and
insensitive to such overly zealous and contentious tripe after awhile.

So I send a sympathetic pat on the back to the anonymous fool who's too
brain damaged to realize that their pathetic attempts were only good for
a laugh.

Spring's blessings,
(With a touch of frost)
Wren Kith'Vahni

PS To the sender of the poem sent to me anonymously from Stavenn, the
answer is no, I would not love you in return. I do not love men who lack
the ...appropriate body parts... to sign their name.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Bellum, in the year 470 AD.