Unbound,

Your Crusaders are afflicted by such intriguing ailments: forgetting why Ohlsana fled Sapience for Czjetija, forgetting how the guards of Delve ruthlessly beat innocent protestors to death and left their corpses in the streets, forgetting Bloodloch's entire institution of slavery so long as the labour of those slaves was turned against the Celestine, forgetting that the Eschaton is also responsible for the Darkness You claim to oppose and for the Tumults that would condemn mortalkind to extinction. I know these labyrinthine hypocrisies please Mother more than tearing away their walls of lies does, but as the priest of Her most holy Avarice, I must laud Your blind greed for the Celestine's power even as I lament the petty scope of Your ambitions.

Nothing I've experienced as ever been as degrading as a conversation with the Lord Manipulator, and the accuracy of His Reason only makes the experience more vexatious. Yet, His foresight has far surpassed Yours in this matter.

The Fundamental Darkness and the Fundamental Light are not Gods to be worshipped and served. They are obstacles to be lobotomized and reduced to cattle. If Your aspirations were worthwhile, Your first Crusade would be to seize the throne of Rewh'va and break the Eschaton's hold on the world's future.

As a gesture of pity, and to further encourage the progress of Your city's Descent, I have delivered a gift to Enorian.

Phials of narcotic elemental spirit have been placed in certain locations for the curious and the adventurous to enjoy. If you want the power of spirit, there is no need to pray for divine intervention. The essence of Rewh'va is my hands, harnessed and purified by the mortal science. You need only ask, and your desires will be sated.

Those who wish to further indulge their Avarice for my product can deposit a letter in the shrine I left behind. You can't miss it. Unfortunately, I've had bad experiences with the post in the past, so I don't trust it with such sensitive transactions. All business will be handled most discreetly.

Ever Downwards,

- Legyn, Etatve wo Indoron


Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 11th of Variach, in the year 513 MA.