I compose this missive by my own hand, and hold these opinions severed
from my own and my city's
----

Borscin,

You asked for a public apology, I will give you public honesty. I -am-
sorry that you are the only person with enough conviction to fight me
and my opinions for the sake of the oh-so-noble name of Necromancy. I'm
sorry that the young of your guild, and your brother guild ARE too
afraid to even face anything that may be a remote challenge. I'm sorry
you alone feel the need to protect them. I'm sorry that you are wrong in
seeking a fight with a kid who has an opinion different then yours. I'm
sure the idea is ghastly, but I also have faith that you will cope,
somehow. I'm sorry for the gold you and your allies will inevitably
waste in attempting to be hardass in response to what you demanded of
me. I'm sorry a spar is too much to ask from somebody with as much
'prowess' as you.

In Hope,
Sir Marth Naser

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Khepary, in the year 205 MA.