Verily I say unto thee, what manner of blasphemy hast thou uttered against me, thou impudent varlet. Know thou that I am a graduate of high renown in the noble company of Raya Lucaria, and have taken part in many covert operations against the forces of Limgrave, with 300 victories to my name. Trained in the art of moon sorcery, I am the premier witch in the armies of the lands between. Thou art but a lowly tarnished to me, unworthy of even a second thought. Be warned, for I shall smite the with a swiftness and precision never before seen upon the face of the lands between, yea even unto the seven generations. Dost thou think thou canst hide behind thou shield and insult me with impunity? Think again thou rogue. As I speak my spies across the land doth track thy every move, and soon thou shalt face the full wrath of mine anger. Thy location shall be traced and the tempest shall come, the likes of which shall make thee tremble. Thy life shall be as nought before me, for I am trained in the arts of magic, moon, and glintstone. With the full might of Caria Manor at my disposal, I shall wipe thee from the face of the lands between leaving no trace of thy existence. Oh that thou hadst known the depth of thy foolishness, perhaps thou wouldst have kept thou tongue in check! But now thou has sealed thy own doom, thou foolish one. I shall conjureth upon thee a moon of fury, and thou shalt be consumed by it. Mark my words: thou art dead thou young pup.