Right, so. This has been a long time coming for those of you who knew her. Nerva Lecuyer. If you didn't know her, then I suppose just move along and ignore this, hm?

She and I... we were on a mission.

Several months ago, we were attacked and-- well. She died protecting me.

If you knew her and called her friend, you deserve to know that.

I suppose if you have... any questions. Then I'll try to answer them.

Apparently someone has seen fit to play a prank upon me. When I find out who's responsible, you will regret it... especially if it's you, Anders. [That agitated growl comes into his voice momentarily. Then there's a pause and a long sigh, followed by the sound of vigorous scratching. Though the latter is probably tricky to entirely guess at, it's at least apparent that he's doing something in the background.]

I thought we were all above such behavior. Unless someone can provide a better explanation for this...

[But he doesn't get to elaborate, as he's again too distracted by the incessant itching.]