Hail to Duiran, for wiping the scourge of those beasts from this
continent. You are to be thanked.

Hail to the other cities, whose troops went to battle freely, to
protect the rest of mortality from the perversions that threatened
us.

And woe to the City of Ashtan, who has adopted My sister into their
city, and pandered to Her sick and deprived natures to try to gain
an advantage they will never have. The Council of Ashtan sucks on
the teat of a Beast that only has soured milk to give.

Severn, Lord of Artifice

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Khepary, in the year 111 MA.