Oh ye of immense wisdom and grand proper Lusternian, do the Basin a
favor - eliminate yourself from this realm. Your part in the scheme of
all schemes is shifting and I think your brain may be a tad glazed over
with all the melted fluff you've been inserting in to it through all of
those spores you snort so often and so gallantly.

The Twisted Mistress

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Urlachmar, in the year 110 CE.