High Priest of Loss,

You prismed inside my apartment and killed me while deep in torpor.
I hear you then started shouting:
"Another Bloodlochian unable to back up their words. How shocking."

Apart from the fact that you are completely delusional and utterly
insane, could you get any more RIDICULOUS?

Do you also slip into nurseries, kill toddlers in their sleep and then
claim to have slayed dragons? I bet you do.

Start looking for that electric eel shock therapy soon. Perhaps
someone in Duiran could assist you with a cure for your madness.

Get well soon,
Melegaunt Visara

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 15th of Ivolnos, in the year 5 AC.