I warn you now of Luthien
The Idiot Savante
I warn you of his dishonesty
And stupidity he flaunts

He gets no greater joy
Finds no better thing
Than to lie and hurt and terrorize
Everyone and Everything

He hurt the dear Anashia
He's bothered me as well
I hope he dies a horrid death
I hope he rots in Hell.

He shames the Great Occultists
He'd do well amongst the Light
For his insults and treachery
Fit to them just right.

Go FORTH! My dear young Luthien
Leave the Great Occultists Be!
You are a shame to Great Aetolia
And I have done with thee.


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Khepary, in the year 110 MA.