Back then it seemed like a good idea, get me some peace and quiet and stay unbothered by the stallions (and mares) that want a piece of me.
I should really have added an expiration date on that stupid part of parchment, or at least made sure i overturned it at some point.
Now here I sit, the old scroll self summoning into my face and the record keepers agreeing, that no amount of overturning will save me from having to follow.
Welp, no helping it, might as well try to make this mess work.