Stay out o'Kinsarmar. Y'been warned.

The people y'have hurt or hunted willnae stand for y'ways o'idiocy.
Y'nae have a reason t'beserk like that; I'm a dwarf. Fa gods sakes,
Incensum, y'donnae beserk the right way. Learn. Live. Or die tryin. I
have a feelin' y'be dyin' if y'keep up such immaturity.

I am nae threatenin' y'either. But if y'donnae leave the young o'the
realms alone, m'sword might find itself lodged in y'ribs again. An' this
time it willnae tickle.

Y'guild willnae support y'actions lest y'slip an' find y'self suddenly
in over y'head. Trust me on that one. I know o'no guild that will let
bull-headed, unreasonable, very immature youths remain with them for
long. Not if they're intelligent enough t'look out for their future. An'
I give respect t'the leadership o'the guild y'call y'own. Just not to
y'.
T'those who think Incensum's ways are justifyin'...take a look in the
mirror an' really think on if y'want that lovely face o'yers smitten
with a twinkle.

That'd be a twinkle o'the blade that's plunged int' y'head as y'head
rolls down the road.

Aye. There's mad people out there that despise beserkin' idiots too,
with such skills.

Y'just be warned, that's all. Nothin' more, nothin' less.

Lakessa

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Letum, in the year 434 AD.