Dear Lartus,

For some odd reason, it has now been implied between the both of us that I am somehow a chicken or rooster, and that I consider you my worm.

I shall endeavour to sharpen my talons upon your silly demonic-wormy face, and flap my ill-flightful wings in protest to your deliberate hiding behind Stavenn walls. My beak of justice shall tear your slick, elastic hide asunder as I cluck with fury and make you wish you have never crawled out of whatever well-kept nutritious soil you wormed yourself out of.

A duel, Lartus, so I may ravage you with my avian-like wraith and fury!

Sincerely, your masterful chicken,
Mathiaus

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Halitus, in the year 22 AM.