My, my,

For someone who undoubtedly must've left a trail of broken pens behind him in an effort to put together such a long missive, you show considerable insight and a keen eye. I can hardly believe that a person who wields murder in one hand and dishonesty in the other can see so straight.

In the future, I shall remember to double-check with you regarding what I must do and not do, as a Targossian. Undoubtedly, you can teach me, out of your own vast personal experience, as it is a world you are clearly incredibly well-versed in.

Habit, it seems, has turned to pathology. Lies have begun to crowd about you like flies around a pile of horse crap; you'd best be careful, lest you find that, after all your blustering and all your loudmouthed braying, people will come to see that your word means nothing, and your person even less so.

In service,

Anedhel Azon

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Chronos, in the year 646 AF.