On behalf of myself and my honour,

When Sayochi Xeth loosens up from her crystalline prison, you can tell
her this:

Her Palace of Pleasure is garish and contrived. There is far too much
smoke in the air and the veils are made of inferior cloth. Her dancers
are vague and uninteresting, and her general countenance is cruel.

For it is indeed cruel to be invited to the City of Freedom and be asked
to dance, in a revealing and sensuous passion, for access to a machine
that cures skinrot, which I was unfortunately cursed with. Likely by
Crumkane. I did not know it was standard protocol to attempt to derive a
person of their dignity and free will, call them a dancing girl and
grope them incessantly in very problematic areas while within the
Palace. Truly, it is shameful to the City of Pyramids, and indicative of
how capricious "freedom" is in Gaudiguch. It is hilariously outrageous
you should mention respect to the harlots and yet attempt to strip mine.

As for the smell of rotting persimmons, you should probably check
Crumkane's Fulcrux, as I was there before. Perhaps some of His food is
rotten to the core.

Fair winds and clear skies.

Maligorn Shevat
Lord Potentate
Diamond Fist of the Matrix

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Roarkian, in the year 405 CE.