This is a message to all you elves, because my workload is very full and I do not want a giant pile of Silvermoon’s sallies to bury in the hills next week.

Always use protection, you disgusting lifeforms.  You never know how many mounts a man has had before you.  You know, simultaneously.  With twelve steeds.  In the back of a stable.

What?  I know what you get up to.