I swear, if you lot don't stop bein' a bunch of craven lunatics about these Albedi Gods, especially the ones who ain't doin' nothing (You really scared of some Berk named 'Kaj, The Child?'), I'm going to kiss Yvalamon right on Its stupid, boiling mouth the next time It emerges.

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 6th of Lanosian, in the year 501 MA.