"I ask you to not kill them, because it is very annoying to kill EVERY
aslaran in their camp, then find out that the cook is dead. So please,
save them for selling your kills."
-- Druid Erageon Rothryn, of the Hart

Words cannot possibly express how I feel for you in your hour of need,
as you stand there drenched in the blood of the countless numbers of my
people you've butchered, helpless to hand their lifeless bodies over to
those who would filet and devour them.

Never have I laid a hand on a krokani, yet suddenly I find myself sore
tempted to find out what sort of bounty the head of their cook might
bring me.


Penned by my hand on the 24th of Dioni, in the year 132 CE.