I regret i am the one to inform you, but this must be told. I remember a time, when the various budding craftsmen were brought among the crows of Yeastwood, and they were given a vest of much importance. For this vest bore the crest of a young mage, newly formed from the pit of Lark. It contained a long forgotten magic, used by the warriors of Seth many generations ago, and its powers were far from comprehension. The crows were unsatisfied with this gift, they had not suitable bodies to wield the vest, so it was given as a gift too very old man, a very great friend of mine. The trolls of Fangor where very unpleased with this decision, they knew the old man would wield it against them in battle. They snuck into his realm at midnight, and beat him and his family to death with crab nets, took the vest and left. But they did not know, they did not know i was there. I hid myself, and watched on in awe. I did not feel remorse, nor did i weep at all, for it was a good death. After gathering all his internal organs I found my way to the great Court of Lanferd and described to them what i saw. It was a great law they had broken, so they summoned an army of lizards to steal the limbs of every child, and too take back the vest. They gave it onto me to look after, and since then i have kept it in a very special place.

It was a very sexual experiance