Yes, I hunted.

Yes, it was in the Arurer Haven. Sacred, protected, or otherwise marked with whatever signs you believe carry weight.

No, no one told me to. I wasn't acting as a representative, an agent, or a champion. I'm not noble enough for that kind of thing. I was just passing through and figured I'd take something sharp for a walk.

So, if you're angry - and I hear that you are - bring it to me. I've got shoulders for it.

But if you start swinging at bystanders, if you take this as permission to menace my city or its people for something I did alone, then let's not dress that up as honor. Let's call it what it is: bullying dressed in ritual paint. And frankly, that's beneath someone of your reputation. Or at least, I had assumed it was.

I won't stop you if you come. I won't run either. You'll get whatever version of me is still breathing that day.

Until then, do try to keep your temper. It's unbecoming.

Jarrah.

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 10th of Omeian, in the year 11 AC.