Cyren leaves a note tacked to the door, with illustrations. Stick figures, part A, part B, phrased very carefully and for the stupid.
"Arboc,
You may believe that everyone here is your plaything, but we have different ideas. Your sense of "harmony" is about as consistent as a toddler's with an axe. You destroyed my tavern. MY tavern. Not yours. Stay on your own patch of ground where you are welcome or I won't just be taking bets on your stupidity, I'll be proving it. If you wish to visit other people, stay civil or stay away.
People have their own voices. If you can only consort with dolls then become a ventriloquist. People have their own wills. If you wish to force them, find yourself your own country of which I am not a citizen. People have their own bodies If you can only overrun them in their absence I will ensure that your tavern is filled with the blow-up dolls you prefer to real people.
I have no problem with murder. I have a problem with disrespect of my home. If you start on one more rant in your head at this exact moment in time, stop. Be smart for once. I'm right. If you can't see it, ask someone else's advice. Anyone else's. Just not the voices in your own head, they need a spanking, and not in a fun way.
You will spend one day cleaning my tavern. MY tavern, not yours. You will replenish my stock that you destroyed, that I gathered with actual WORK. Three gold doesn't begin to cover the cost of my time or my patience. Here is a list. Some of them cannot be gathered through merchants, but only by hand. If you call this "women's work" and refuse, then we know you're not only destructive, but lazy and incompetent and completely unable to correct anything you did wrong.
You will apologize for your intrusion into my life and you will promise that what lies between you and Lady China will not break a single item I treasure due to your insane rampages.
All these things will come to pass or you will know no peace to accompany the twisted wreaking of your Harmony.
Hugs and Kisses,
Cyren"
"Arboc,
You may believe that everyone here is your plaything, but we have different ideas. Your sense of "harmony" is about as consistent as a toddler's with an axe. You destroyed my tavern. MY tavern. Not yours. Stay on your own patch of ground where you are welcome or I won't just be taking bets on your stupidity, I'll be proving it. If you wish to visit other people, stay civil or stay away.
People have their own voices. If you can only consort with dolls then become a ventriloquist. People have their own wills. If you wish to force them, find yourself your own country of which I am not a citizen. People have their own bodies If you can only overrun them in their absence I will ensure that your tavern is filled with the blow-up dolls you prefer to real people.
I have no problem with murder. I have a problem with disrespect of my home. If you start on one more rant in your head at this exact moment in time, stop. Be smart for once. I'm right. If you can't see it, ask someone else's advice. Anyone else's. Just not the voices in your own head, they need a spanking, and not in a fun way.
You will spend one day cleaning my tavern. MY tavern, not yours. You will replenish my stock that you destroyed, that I gathered with actual WORK. Three gold doesn't begin to cover the cost of my time or my patience. Here is a list. Some of them cannot be gathered through merchants, but only by hand. If you call this "women's work" and refuse, then we know you're not only destructive, but lazy and incompetent and completely unable to correct anything you did wrong.
You will apologize for your intrusion into my life and you will promise that what lies between you and Lady China will not break a single item I treasure due to your insane rampages.
All these things will come to pass or you will know no peace to accompany the twisted wreaking of your Harmony.
Hugs and Kisses,
Cyren"