You deserve no greeting.

You are a pathetic, flea-infested dog, that makes even the most vile of
creatures seem personable. I challenge you in front of the whole of
Aetherius to fight me. I do not mean the fight where you 'toy' with me
by running around laying your rites in all the rooms, prancing about
like the small rodent you are, with your face scrunched up and giggly
little hisses escaping your noisebox. I challenge you to remain in the
same room as me and die to me. To accept that your only skill rests in
judging those who are very much not capable of fighting. To realize that
you are nothing, and a disgrace to your guild.

I've not looked for this fight. You've harassed the citizenry I help
defend on numerous occassions. If you truly are a warrior, you will
engage me and pretend you have honor.

I hardly expect it though, because not unlike the rest of the aggressors
I see come out into the highlands, you cannot hold your own in the
Magickal vibrations I create. You shudder in fear, and run about in
circles, trying with all your might to find me outside of my defenses.

I realize it is a lost cause and you will only respond with some
half-baked remarks that not only embarass yourself, but the common
tongue as well. You will point out that you've slain me, a man of
perhaps three combat situations with recklessness. I've saved you the
post. Spend the gold to properly arm yourself and fight me as the man
you were intended to be.

Keijima

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Solis, in the year 490 AD.