Dear Leau,


Leau, you are the face of Bloodloch.

I had hope that you would change for the better.

I had hope that you would learn to conduct yourself in a manner more
befitting a representative of the city of Bloodloch. A representative
that had been duly appointed by its Keeper, its leadership.

I had hope that our hostilities could end.

But I'm afraid that that hope is wasted.

Your weakness needs to be culled, for the sake of the realm.

I've used my words.


-Lim

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 24th of Khepary, in the year 454 MA.