Anapheil,

I'm sorry you thought 'purchaser of flesh' means his carnal habits.
Maybe if you understood the situation a little better, instead of
floating in blissful ignorance, you might just have the faintest glimmer
of a clue as to what's going on.

You can tell everyone my habits, I don't particularly care, Anaphiel. If
you feel such things are necessary, then please, feel free. If you want,
I can start naming off names myself. I really don't have any shame, you
know?

Yes, I'm cruel at times. I can be an extremely cruel person when the
mood strikes me. I can also be kind, mean, jealous, sweet, so on and so
forth. Just like any other of my mortal brothers and sisters. So before
you seek to correct someone, correct yourself. Living as I do is better
than being nothing more than a rotting corpse, the shredded remains of a
soul chained to a corpse, always living in fear of the day that you'll
be no more, always fearful of death. Go do something useful, Anaphiel,
and leave situations like these to those who actually know what they're
talking about.

Resiak Heroun

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Midsummer, in the year 190 MA.