Little man,

Bluster and puff your chest all you want, everyone sees you for the starving, scared alleycat that you are.

The Empire's war machine can afford to do this forever.

Can you?

Piss off,
-Lord Tetchta V. Mesis
The Nine-Fingered Tick


Penned by my hand on Closday, the 23rd of Lanosian, in the year 505 MA.