Mahanaxar, my friend.

You have been grievously wronged, and I truly apoligize. My actions were
unbecoming, and I can no longer live with the regret and shame. Oooooh,
woe is me!

For my misdeeds, I beg of the Suns to no longer Suffer me to live, may
Dis gather me in its cold embrace, while the temple of Lord Thanatos
becomes my home for eternity.

Or, better yet, you and I both could stop spouting horse dung, and get
to the point.

Yes, you were Antiochian. Yes you were a Wardancer. No longer.

Your presence in realms was a rare occurance to begin with. I found it
odd, especially after you'd made such weighty purchases as you had, but
it was not my business. What is my business, however, is to note that
whenever you were in realms, you were with a widely known traitor. You
lied to guild secretaries and city officials, and you even went so far
as to aquire a certain set of earrings that would instantly transport
you to your beloved Icarus at a moment's notice... that hardly seems to
be either kidnapping or torture.

Magick is reviled in Antioch, as a general rule. I detest Magick, and
loathe Demonology. However, there be nothing more in this world that
shivers my bones than the thought that a traitor, possible spy, and a
blatant liar walk free.

Fear not my blade, Mahanaxar. It is not with mine that I shall strike
you down. No, the ferocity of Ki shall be your downfall, and you shall
be judged.

Neko Savann

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Naturalis, in the year 434 AD.