"I'd like to know what you're breeding here before I let it go on untouched. I'll spare you a few days to explain your plans before I consider acting myself. You can contact Guln at the Blue Mushroom."

*Breen looks over the letter and is instantly enraged*

Dear Guln:

This is my child. I will not let harm come to it. I highly recommend you simply let it go, and move on your way. Unless you would like to help me parent it, which is something we might be able to reach an agreement on.

If you threaten my baby, I will use every resource nature and Talona will provide me to destroy you in every way it is possible to be destroyed, and possibly in some that are still scientifically impossible. You know where this is. Make the trek out here again if you want to speak to me about this.

- Breen

//i wont be able to get into game until sunday night EST ish. If you want to slug it out, or talk it over, or murder me and have baby omlettes, i hope you can wait till then, or at the latest monday night. Of couse it had to be *you* to find this out. ARGH