Hello, world.

Allow myself to simply state that there was no warning given to me of
lounging around in Celidon, and that my status as a Hunter may as well
be guilded. Furthermore, while you alone are free to tuck your tail
between your legs and whimper at threats, I won't, no.. The trouble I
brought to you was merely myself, a person previously willing to
'adapt', oneself who came to the council covered with the blood of
Stavennites who betrayed him. One who barely set foot in the council to
make sure his enemies were quite able to find him. Though, this was not
good enough, no.

Indeed, my help against the Ithaquans was accepted, I fought and
defended not only against my enemies who were unwilling to face me in
the first place, but your enemies aswell. The advisors of the strange
place of Celidon mostly, or, seemingly had good thoughts of myself, and
I was pondering making the whole situation official via joining.

But no; you did not accept a new warrior, Aakrin, instead you submit to
whining and a minor rash on the council from a few Stavennites that
could have and has been delivered a hundred fold by the Ithaquans,
several times over.

Cower, because I will not.

Additionally, I'd like to know or otherwisely have contact with whatever
individual or individuals that have decided to mail me unsigned letters,
one specifically involving ignorance and evidence.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Letum, in the year 518 AD.