Once upon a time, there was a male Courtesan,
Tall and muscular, dragon-blood in his vein.
Looks intimidating, arrogant and confident
And his job, for being fucked he is paid

In Mithuth he went, to help a criminal to escape
From Kortuga and the Watch, they hoped to evade

But a Thayan Knight followed both of them,
Willing to know at least, the criminal's name,
The male Courtesan tried to intimidate,
Threatening the Knight to death, dangerous game

The Thayan Knight stayed on his position,
Refusing to back off, dedicated to his mission
Without a fight the name was finally given,
So the Knight left, following laws of Haven

But the offence had not been forgotten,
The male Courtesan helped a felon
And threatened death to a thayan
For the Knight, such can't be forgiven

Some days later, he challenged the Courtesan
To meet him at the arena, if he was a man
Escorted by a female, he came not forced
To fight the Knight, walking boldfaced

The male Courtesan was beaten in few strikes,
The Courtesan felt easily, adding the dislike
And not all his power, the Knight even used
"A remind to never again threaten Thayan"
The Knight scolded to the beaten Courtesan
And left the arena, totally unharmed


And what became the fierce dragon-blood ?
Walking with a cane, like a total turd ?

He claimed to have been badly injured
And to all people, about the Knight he whined
Spinning the table, he is the victim he claimed !
And to all people, about the Knight he whined



And from all that story, what is the lesson ?
Only that just a whiner is Michelangelo Leonson.