Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 10.61 (section)

==Zal'Kazzir/Adam==

* *Sincerely, to Eranon*

My friend, I mean no flattery; all that I say is true, though it is also true that the truth that I say may be flattering. *A pregnant pause, followed by a chuckle* All I am is before you; I am a weak son of bleeding Sarcosa, and in this dark time we all struggle to find community and survival in our own way. Each of us uses our own different intelligences and talents to survive as best as we are able. Imagine if I attemped to overcome challenges by force of arms, as Durgaz does, or if I attempted to practice stealth, archery and wood-lore as you do, or even to practice the rigorous intellectual devotion of Kyuad; I have no talent for any of these things, and none of thee skills so poorly implemented would help a simple man such as myself to survive, let alone to find companions or success. My talents fall to the arts and interplays of words and feelings, and if I honey my words, it is not to mislead, but to build goodwill and to engender cooperation against our mutual foe, the black shadow in the North. Nothing could please the cold heart of the shadow more greatly than dissent among his foes. So gentle Eranon, please, accept my apologies if I raised your suspicions; flattery is a shallow and simple tool that adroit manipulators scarce use at all, but I believe that the Truth, especially when used to highlight the valuable and diverse skills, talents and abilites we all posess, is honorable, just and good.