Leau,

You are by far one of the loudest fellers in Bloodloch, but absolutely incapable of defending yourself or representing those words with your person. If you would crawl out from beneath Catty's skirt, you might see the ruffling of her feathers as she clucks over you like a mother hen. Ah, the benefits of love. Lust. Whatever.

Stop pretending you exist as anything more than a wasted title, following merrily along behind the Keeper whose pocket you are so gleefully attached to.

I would choose Lim over you, too.

-Rashar





Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 23rd of Khepary, in the year 454 MA.