Squire Rockfist - My words and deeds are often as the murky sludge bottom and I would not have that umbral vista staunch your understanding. As such, I will attempt to impart, in the hopes that such a relation will further denude the obscurity of my forested conversations, the principal focus of my intention. Please forgive my tentative and sometime half-baked offerings, for though I know your palate has a profound and perspicacious range, I needs must only serve these posits through the tepid materials at hand; that is, given we all must partake of the common parlance - a hodge podge potpouri of ancient tongues and mordern pidgins - I cannot serve a properly spiced meal of words which, in its cosumption, would expose every heady flavour and subtle meaning. That being said, good Squire, I would hope you vouchsafe my willingness, nigh my exasperated and intense desire - one born from the deepest recesses of my grottoed spirit - to illuminate all that might be obfuscated with my communication. Never lie awake nights, staring at the limitless boundaries of the celestial foyer, feeling I am intentionally, either through mispiqued phraseology or ruefully sauced polemics, misappropriating your confidence in my directives. Suffice it to say, at but your slightest nod or innuendo, I will throw myself onto the bonfire of expression that the resultant inferno evaporates all nefarious shades and clumsy spectres of meaning which hide in the obtuse and unexplored angles of our dialectic.
We see eye to eye then, yes?
Dramthin Hartsboon
Simple Keeper of the Tainted Grove