I will keep this short...

Little Siam... While your boasting post might display a tangible amount
of merit within the confines of your southern reflection... your words
would hold more weight if they were done with a bit more subtlety and
said actions you employed actually displayed a level of ability. Alas,
such is the way with the Glomdoring.

One can choose to be a lecherous and sentient being, Siam, or one can
choose to exist with purpose and finality. Battles are won and lost,
often with ease, and insinuating a superior force applied against the
Serenwilde despite overwhelming odds is warranting of an 'attack' upon
the Silver Goddess. I have to say, such stinks of delusion. This merely
shows just what it means to be of the Glomdoring these days.

We all exist within the confines of the planes, yet you are damned to
exist here forever surrounded by Taint. I implore you to tell me what
is so alluring about the feeling of your comprehension straining under
the weight of its helpless longevity.

I suppose such cowardice that you constantly show, along with your
unearned boasting, does indeed reflect well upon the spirit of your
precious 'Wyrd'. Carry on then with your antics.. 'Star-eyes', and
prove to us how we should cower in fear from one that never stands
still to face his attackers, so he may boast over kills barely earned.
I am sure the entire Basin stands in awe of you and considers your
attempt at prose to be something to laugh about.


Kind regards,

A mildly amused Moon witch.



Penned by my hand on the 14th of Tzarin, in the year 385 CE.