I write this to you under muttered curses and foul besmirchings of your family names and reputations.

For months now I have been ferried from locale to locale interrupting my business, my contacts, my entire way of life. All because some foul-mouthed duergar thought to silence me..would be to take my vast fortunes in trade and estate dealings. Pfft! Pshht! I say. It took months of conniving and whittling away at my dim-witted captors brains to finally barter for my release. Barter! They should be so lucky to barter with the likes of me.

And as for the populace of Thera. You miserable louts couldn't catch a hint were it dropped on your heads like a stone from an elementalist's avalanche. Dropping bits of paper around the realm with veiled messages as to my whereabouts did nothing. I even sent rats and vermin to contact the seediest of thieves to somehow raise awareness of my capture. My captors kept me gagged for months, knowing the power of persuasion I had. Finally their guard fell and my silver-toungue was released. Ahh, the taste of it was sweet. It still does not excuse you, you lazy rabble who call yourselves adventurers.

*sigh*

But I shall not stay mad for long. I am back in my cozy quarters and beginning my quest to report the happenings in your miserable little lives with a muffled glee at your glories, and of course moreso your failures. I have taken up with the mayor of Galadon on his new project northeast of the majestic city and in the near future will be staging a tournament. A battle of wits, arms and charms if you will. The date is still to be set but those of you with stout enough will and hearts of purity OR treachery need to ready yourself. For the games will be like nothing before, and the spoils shall be great. Glory friends....Glory can be yours.

Until then Therans, may you rest your lazy heads on those soft pillows and dream of Glory. I shall be nursing my bruised ego and planning the trials.

-PP

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