People of Sapience,
Friends and otherwise,

I am an arrogant, self-righteous bastard who often acts upon what he sees as the most effective course before fully considering the impact upon those around him. Time and circumstance have repeatedly taught me that discussion often falls short of meaningful resolution, leading me to sometimes make snap decisions. These decisions have - over the years and especially recently - in turn led to many regrets. Pride has bid me withhold from you your due for too long, but no more:

To those nearest my side: I am sorry for the head-and-heartache that my actions have caused you. You never deserved to be drug through the mud that I create by pissing into the wind.

To the people of Duiran: I am sorry if you or those around you believed that my thoughts and actions were representative of your own as a whole. Once, perhaps, but that ceased years ago and this skewed perception was unfair to the children of the Oak.

To the Templars: It was never my intent to belittle your collective honour nor history.

To the Sentinels: The friction that has arisen within your halls as a result of my words and actions is beyond my meager ability to mend, though it is my sincere hope that through the completion of the required Sacraments and subsequent removal of my name as a stain upon your roster you shall be made whole.

To the people of Gorshire: I truly harbour no ill-will against the Gnomish people, in part or in whole. It was foolish of me to attempt to meddle in your affairs. If there is anything you would ask of me in recompense, I implore you to do so. If the flames of that night haunt any among you, reach out. I will find someone who can help.

To Ascendril Apprentice Beck: Good luck. I know you are in good hands and now valued as you deserve, and hope you will grow to be wondrous.

Most importantly, to the family of Malram: I have taken something from you that can never be given back. This is unforgivable. Still, it is my great hope that someone among you is possessed of a heart more noble than I and that, one day perhaps the Gods see fit to make your house whole. Until then, you need but call and I am at your service - to work your fields, defend your mines, or simply to mourn and understand your loss alongside you. My own life shall be yours if you desire it.


Sincerely,

Me

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 12th of Haernos, in the year 497 MA.