Greetings one and all,

This post is primarily directed at Lunare's little ball of sunshine,
Jada. The rest of you may read on or move on.

Jada, dear, let's have a chat on how not to look like a scared child
cowering behind your House. It's really a chat I should have had with
you long ago, I have only myself to blame for your idiocy.

Firstly, don't say things you can't back up. Honestly child, I do
believe should the Keeper ever have the grace to remove you from the
city, nigh on half the world would be lined up to make sure you were
mist for a good long time. So, what does one do in this situation? Why,
if you're Jada, you insult the only other city that -might- have
harbored you...oh the genius runs deep in Lunare I say.

Secondly, DON'T SAY THINGS YOU CANNOT BACK UP. This one I mean
personally dear. Yes, it's great you've whored out the once noble
lineage of Lunare, sullied the bloodline with vast amounts of what can
only be called vacuous matter, and generally been an oozing pustule on
the hind end of the land
but dearest, not fighting your own battles can only come off as weak.

You claim, in your most recent of ramblings no less, that your issue
with Ruhda (Whom I personally don't give a fop about) are "personal
problems between two people". So why then must you send your entire
House, ragged and ignoble as they may be, after the wench? Now, I
realize I'm saying this to the wrong person, and that it will likely
fall on deaf ears, but while you cannot grow a pair, I know a charming
gent named Osifer who would love to sell you as many as you think you
need.

Third, ...hrm, oh dear. I was planning on telling you to study up,
become a brain, or perhaps just less of an idiot in general, but you
seem to have gotten yourself enemied to the Spires, wherein lay a hearty
collection of books, tutors, and perhaps some blocks with letters etched
in for you to play with... Now now, I'm sure the City of Bloodloch keeps
a fine library, if notably absent of toys, and that you'll claim your
House library more than sufficient, but dear I say to you this, we need
not see what you've learned from such literary classics as "How I found
the Maggot Queen and what I did with Her Afterward" and "One Thousand
and One Sexual Positions, By: Zephy" You keep that stuff within the
House.

Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, I give to you this final bit of
wisdom. That dress makes you look fat. Horribly horribly obese. Rank,
filthy, etc. Try to clean up, The Ratman (Gods rest his soul) looked
better than you, and the last time I saw him was after the flood.

- Hoping you die of otherworldly plagues,
LF

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Lleian, in the year 225 MA.