Hello sweetie! How are you?
I know, I've not written in quite a while, but sometimes I get busy and
don't have time for you.
I mean, all you do is sit in Nirvana, and magically pop into existence
when I am running a caravan with another Kinsarmarian, trying to kill
me, and failing, then actually killing me.
I know you have no sense of honour, and nobody likes you, but I am
astounded that Lord Baar allows you into His order.
You are an embarassment to your city, your order, and everything else
they stand for.
You are a coward, you cannot fight fairly, and probably can't fight all
the well to begin with.
I know I dropped 300,000ish gold when you killed me, and it was given to
Lord Baar, no doubt, but thats alright, I have much more.
Anyway, from this point on, due to your cowardice and stupidity, I am
declaring war on you and Your order, for not stopping your antics.
I do this of my own free will, the Wytchen, Dravidians, and Kinsarmar
have nothing to do with this.
Thank you for listening.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Artificium, in the year 501 AD.