Food,

You remind me of one of my progeny. I regretted bringing him into existence. I made it clear to him that I did not favor him as I did my other childer, and yet he craved my attention like a neglected puppy.

At least he acheived worthwhile things in an attempt to gain my attention.

You? If I'm not impressed with the size of your sword or the weight of your mace you've not the slightest clue. You were learning with rhetoric, but now you've lapsed back into the dullard I always knew you to be.

I suppose I'll prepare myself to be accosted by a hulking simpleton the next time I am hunting or shopping. I still will not pay you any more mind than I presently do. I've grown bored with you, Food. It's time to entertain myself with those who've an intellect greater than that of a troll toddler.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Chakros, in the year 413 MA.