Dearest fio....Ahai...err...nari - apologies if your name is hard to
discern in all the garbage you festoon about it.

Myself? I like things simple - truth, you'll find (though perhaps not,
since I hear it's been an age and a half since Lanos graced your kind
selves in the south with his presence) is easy to speak of. Fancy words,
twists of phrase (ah, perhaps I'm giving you too much
credit)....blustering! Yes, that works....Blustering tends to be an
excuse favoured by the unschooled to hide the fact that they are, quite
often, a bit aprehensive of their words, and shaky on their
philosophies.

Now, it would be the paragon of rudeness to suggest that you bluster.
Pools forbid the thought! However, for the sake of TRUTH (and because
we're only two Dhasani short of a royal flush) let's chat...

"Long have you studied...": (For the sake of gentle readers, I'm going
to go ahead and just edit the grammer in my quotes. It makes things
easier on ALL of us, yes?)

Anyways! - "Long have you studied...": Well yes, we're a city of
scholars. Astute observation. It's nice to know that staring at the
light hasn't dulled your perception...

"The Light is the future...blah blah....something about a zealotic
prophecy...we like to hug a lot...blah blah....etc....mindless citation
of religious text...": Gods' sake, girl (boy? Sorry, we've not met,
which in itself is an amusing strike against your diatribe), pretty
words may be the fad in Enorian, but up in the frigid climes, we like to
put some meat on our conjuctions and weight on our clauses. Vapid
phrases that just fill space? ....Nah. We'll pass.

"The chosen people of Light know and can see our
destination....etc...musings on why you think you're great..." - Yeah.
No comment.

"Though you profess...heretical attacks on the gods....more references
to zealotic text (go team!)...you guys are icky..." - Are you getting at
something, dear? Dear gods, we obfuscate truth (fancy that, in a city
where Lord Severn is worshipped!) - I'm QUITE thankful that you pointed
this out.

"In the words of the Maiden of Purity, -" Ok, I'm going to have to stop
you here. Who is the myrrh addict? Yourself, the Maiden, or maybe me,
because that was a wonderfully obfuscating trip to read.

"Blah blah, more self-serving text to cite." Indeed.

Well, that certainly was enlightening. The only question I'm left with
is "why?" Because, and, goodness, behead me if I'm wrong (hells, you'll
probably try it anyways!), but am I the only one who is left wondering
what the cloth prices are currently at in Enorian after such a
masturbatory load of drivel? I understand that you like your ideals very
very oh so much - but we both know, darling, that the only person who's
likely to get a rise and lift of interest out of such talk is one who's
at the bottom (in terms of influence, of course) of the ranks.

Spinesreach, my dearest, Fierzha, is very, very far from the bottom.

Moirean, Dhasan of Arts


Penned by my hand on the 6th of Ios, in the year 236 MA.