And yet he turned to the brother - he was lead to believe
that Narsrim D'cente` would give him to love he did need

Alas, however, the Fates had been cruel
for I sat Ixchilgal down and explained the rules:

A short tail won't do, a big tail you need
and the hair you've grown all over, needs shaven and cleaned

My man must have muscles, physique, and be well trained
He must be bold, handsome, and no stranger to pain

Ixchilgal, my dearest, you were just not made for me
The best chance you have is with a Feyranti.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Shanthin, in the year 133 CE.