I only came to resolve a matter, nothing more.
But have you no shame reporter, whose words can bring either joy or pity, have you no shame?
You speak of him, a dearly departed lover of mine and a noble none the less whose actions have been all but harmful to this town, in vein as if he is just another commoner in the street, who sleep in the dirt and has no dignity.
Making a mockery of him though he died only yesterday, but what seems like only an hora to me, and then attempt to treat it with sarcasm.
How dare you. How dare you.
Try not to later state that you knew him well, for that I know very well you did not, and if so you are deceitful in your word.
I shall now take my leave, but know this, you are no acquaintance of mine.
And of such, if you dare to speak mais lies por you foul hands know I shall show no mercy nor remorse in cutting you down and watching your distasteful corpse bleed and turn in that which it lays.
Believe me, no one shall mourn you. They will only regurgitate their last meal at the stench of your decaying bones and Rotting flesh as the as those whom devour the earth soon devour you.
I care not if I am culled for such a barbaric act. My only treasure has now been but saved, and I, having now no purpose here seek release. So do not tempt me, lowly scum, do not.
And with that I bid you farewell, sir.