Evening.
A reply was unexpected, she must 8e ancient in your time, and her eyesight likely failing as much as it was in my own era. I would wager it was likely from her staff. One should never level criticisms at her from an address she can easily retrace. The only way you are getting out of this is if you have heavy artillery around.
Many tales aren't worth the ink to record them, and this one certainly will not grace the pages of my journal. A word for the wise, an non disclosure is only a valid agreement for those who sign it. You shall find no fingerprints of mine on that document; the Orphaner's are. He is the lia8le party, not I. Ha. So, that's why you're here. You're seeking a inform8tion as per usual. You expect me to narr8te the experience of Alternia for you?
Of course I do. You are speaking to a woman who commandeers a man-o-war. Ever fired a cannon?
NOT EVEN ONCE BUT I HAVE ZERO ATTACHMENT TO MY HIVE AND EVEN LESS ATTACHMENT TO WHATEVER THE FUCK IS PROWLING OUTSIDE.
Not at all. It was merely a st8tement of what I'm up to. I didn't ask you to do or say anything, though if you were compelled to share any crum8s of knowledge of your own free will, I wouldn't refuse. I just want to make it clear that I demanded nothing from you. I had a feeling I wouldn't have found any trace of your signature on any kind of document. The plus one flies under the radar once more.
That's the spirit, some ash in the lungs will do that fiery soul some good. Do you have a sylladex, or a transportaliser?