Fellers,

The Beacon is not particularly concerned with treaties. If you do not want them, you're welcome to go pound sand.

Fellers are free to do what they wish - we'd be hypocrites to judge you for bettering yourselves. Neither are we peacekeepers, to condemn you for glaring at your neighbor.

Our eyes are focused on the true darkness - and the leeches and smelly Undead that crawl there. We will not be mustering for your politics.

Sanctuary is provided, as always, for those wishing to avoid conflict.

Hmph.

- Rashar

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Niuran, in the year 426 MA.