To all the Trolls of the Realms, especially those of you - my unlikely
brethren who are of Hashan -I seek your forgiveness for my crimes
against you in times past.

I also ask all of you who read this to consider - how easy is it is to
boast of our prowess, after ritually slaughtering -countless times-
those who have never done us harm, in word or deed - those who we see as
'easy' targets, without thought for their own right to live peaceably
and unharmed? What stupidity takes hold of us? What arrogance leads us
to this path? What dishonour?

This was -my- crime, in years gone by...

And now with the pain of realisation comes a deeper, more insufferable
one - my brethren of the Ruins especially suffered at my hands -those
who are of Hashan, like me, her prodigal daughter. And as that daughter
I am guilty of fratricide and no apology or inadequate offerings of
atonement may suffice.

I am bereft and throw myself before your mercy. All I ask is that you
forgive me, if you could possibly find it within your hearts to do so.

I doubt that you can.

That said, I pledge to stand shoulder to shoulder with you as your
sister in honour, if you will have me.

The 'Spirit' of the Ruins is within us -it is our home and we are its
children. We feel it within us and all around us. When it calls unto you
from afar - so it shall call to me, as it has done since my childhood.

Heed it well, as I do, and have always done.

Thank you.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Ios, in the year 112 MA.