Hello my friends, fellow inhabitants of the greatest city under the world!
I am seeking the patronage of a dangerous fellow, madame, what have you. Though my astounding charm, quick fingers, sharp intellect and watchful eye have provided me with a wonderful life of romance, scandal, Abstraction, and all the neathy delights our damned city has to offer, I find myself… lacking. In what? Well, I’m usually not one for violence, but the Neath does not discriminate in its dealing out mortal punishments. And while my stays at the Bethlehem and bouts in the Tomb Colonies have overall been quite pleasant, I assure you, riding with that old boatman is one of the very few things I’m not so keen on. Charming old fellow, and he plays a mean game of chess, but alas, I cannot be bothered with physical pain, it really does just interfere with my work. Did I mention that I’m an author? Oh my, I’m sure you’ve read my works before, surely? Ah, I’m sorry. Back to what I’m hear for, dear friends and potential patrons. I am seeking a Shattering Force to instruct me in the ways of fisticuffs, you see. As of the time I am writing to you, my friends I possess an unmodified W-64 S-74 P- 84 and, a pitifully low Dangerous- 30. As you can see, I am in quite dire need of some training in the ways of the Knife and Fist, and would very much appreciate some powerful, lumbering mass to instruct me. I really am quite good company, if you can’t already tell. And if you’re ever in any need of someone to share those last drops of honey with, I would be delighted to help you. Oh, and I’m not one for whining or inefficiency, on account of me losing so many frivolous burdens after my Abstraction. But, for whatever reason, some are offended, likely simply jealous, of the soulless such as myself. So if you are offended by the choices others make in their lives, then frankly stay away, I’d prefer not to be in the company of someone so ignorant of the benefits of such an unburdened lifestyle. Well, goodbye for now friends and potential patrons, I wish you the best of luck in all your endeavors.
(P.S. Has anybody spotted a small salt weasel, goes by the name Sod, white and charming, the fellow. He seems to have run off again, though I’m not sure why. If you do find him, a reward awaits upon his return.) Oh, and It seems I’ve forgotten about the riddle. I appreciate the interest in some sort of intellectual challenge but I really find them droll, they never accomplish anything. Have you ever considered poetry? It really is much better, I assure you.