My less than pleasant Fedwren,

I understand that you have a gripe and a grudge against the people of
Kinsarmar, however, if memory serves, you also served in the assaults
upon my fair city. You have asked for complete sentences that one may
understand. Thus I give them to you that you might still fail to
comprehend in light of your shortcomings and dare attempt in vain to
call that which I pen a broken language.

As a scholor of words and languages, I have found no fault within the
language commonly used within the city of Kinsarmar. I understand that
you are incapable of understanding anything written or spoken with an
accent, however, I believe that the fact you would even dare to
misconstrue use of an accent allows the entirity of Aetherius to behold
the full extent of the quality of your mental processes and your
character.

I grow weary of seeing battle done within the walls of Kinsarmar by
those who wish to stroke their swollen egos. I also grow weary of the
incessant degree of idiocy and insult that spews forth from the mouths
of those who fail before the united strength of Kinsarmar. It is not a
matter of cowardice, it is a matter of practicality. When one who has
trained for an entire lifetime to slay others falls upon those who have
not, those who have not band together to defeat the common foe that
would assail in full.

We focus not on the false power of destruction. No, we focus upon the
true power of protection. It is ever easier to destroy and disparage
than it is to create and protect. Then again, those that seek to destroy
are ultimately weak in their desires, for they have not the strength to
protect. I stand now, with my strength of words to defend my city, and
dare I say, a friend. I extend a challenge to all those who wish to
destroy. Gain my respect by protecting others. Only when you show that
you have true worth behind your words will I take heed and consideration
of that which slips from pen to page or mouth to air.

I extend another challenge to those brave enough to stand up to it. I am
a warrior upon the battlefield of King's Chess. If you wish to inflate
your ego, play me and attempt to defeat me within that game. Let us duel
with minds and proxies. Prove to me and the world that you are not
simply brute strength and swift reflexes.

Sincerely,
Mathiu Kislev

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Letum, in the year 434 AD.