Ah, the joys of hearing a weak pixie drivelling about warnings, and portents of doom. Know this, ye people of the realms, all those who would listen to the lies set before you.

Megisitias was captured, and was sleeping off the effects of a poison, when along came Loredinal. The one who Megisitias claims she needs no help from. Heed her well, Elf. Next time, be not so quick to rush to her aid. She spurns thy help as she spurned the ways of Balpherus.

After her rescue, at the hands of another, she asked me to come to the forest. Going there, I was set upon while she hid unseen under a cloak of invisibility. She did not kill me, and I fear she would have trouble doing damage to a fly. My death was brought upon me by a poison which afflicted me so that I felt life slipping from me. Taking advantage, she watched to ensure my death.

Know this Megistias:

Soon the day will come where I grow weary of your blaspheming and lies. I will come for you, and you will wish you had not turned away the help of others so shortly ago.

I am watching. Be wary.

William Mistaya. .


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