A letter of complaint to the corrupt misers that run the arena.

"I the Magnificent so named by my adoring fans whom I remember so dearly in my hearts, I write this upon my woeful and most cruel defeat, The Bastard cheated, It is clear, envenomed weapons, magical assistance, pain numbing compounds all clearly used, The lout barely could swing his sword correctly, His form appalling, I was clearly paralysed by a high mage. So in this cheated defeat I leave the once honourable arena seeing the pit of deceit and intrigue it has become. Do not blame me my dear fans, Blame the crooked master who could not defeat me fairly and their petty conspiracy is all they could hatch. Though I leave it is not from fear but of disgust, Disgust in the once great Dangelousi people. We were the first amongst equals now we sit at the bottom of the pile.  Disgusting. I say one thing to my true believers and fans, My many admirers and my loyal staff; Tear this misbegotten kingdom to pieces as it offends my eyes. Yours the truest of Heroes, The Magnificent, Glustrod.   As an additional point, When the battle becomes worthy I will come again, Make it worthy once more so you can bask in my presence."