I am by no means a verbose writer, so I will keep this brief.

Whirran, you use my name as an insult. To me, there is no grander compliment, and so, I thank you.

That said, you use my name as an insult. You use my name as an insult as you cower away on top of your little tree, hiding behind the Warpage's grace. Maybe I am loud. Maybe I am foolish. I will own these things. When will you own that you are a coward?

Ayastia Qizzeke

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 4th of Lleian, in the year 507 MA.