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lunakat

A letter to Teir, howled on the wind:


Dear Tier,

You're awfully queer
What on abode are you doing here?

However did you come to knock
On the door of Howling Rock?
Why hang with Ember? Oh the shock
when Mender found he was... er, blocked

Where is your tribe? Why are your pals
just wild, roaming animals?
We were impressed, tall dark and handsome,
till Winnowil held you for ransom.

Now, quite bluntly- what a mess!
Our chronic damsel in distress!
(Just like Redlance. Look- same braids!)
And twisted creatures staging raids.

Are these critters your pals too?
Is your soul name Mary Sue?
Do you plan to hang with us?
Or is your magic dangerous?

Sincerely,

Ember's Tribe