I will be brief and concise.

You came to the archway and wanted to play with it and touch it and had to blured away. With cookies. Like a child.

You continued on to make childish suggestions in the Shadowguard, and when you pressed the matter, were removed - and not even by me.

Immediately after, you began a campaign of petty spite and libel, to the surprise of absolutely no one. Your wild theories and blatant attempts at sowing discord because you are sulking at not getting your way are as predictable as they are yawn-inducing.

Grow up - if you even can, with roots so rotted.

Signed,
Lena Ali'vani
(the same prickly woman she's always been)

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 12th of Niuran, in the year 503 MA.