You say your father is under the sign of the dragon. My father WAS the
dragon. The Dragon of Delos they called him. He was the Veaver of Kai,
the Master of Mayhem, the Monk of Madness. And now he's the Drunkard of
Enorian. I refer to my father, the great Chrono Saer'ac.


His hands shake a lot now, and he sees things that aren't there. Just
the other day he came to me and said that hed seen Luminaries and Daru
lock our family castle. He's insane. He shouldn't drink that stuff that
Serram brews in the cave outside our home. That's for cleaning armour.
But he won't listen.


But he told me that he once met a woman he didn't have to web, mind
paralyse, and then club into submission before she'd sleep with him. He
said she was the love of his life. When I read your post to him he
started frothing and throwing himself about. He thinks that you might be
his long lost son. Like I said. He's insane.


But let's not argue about this. He said that if you are truly his son,
you would know about the other half of the statue. If you know what I'm
talking about, then let us meet and see.


The Avatar of Awesomeness
Sayber Saer'ac




Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Haernos, in the year 155 MA.