Your postings brought back some vile memories that I would rather have
forgotten. Once, while exploring the ruins of Hashan, I stumbled upon
what seemed to be a playpen. In it, several young Trolls cowered against
a wall when I entered, only to breathe a sigh of relief upon noticing
that I was not their King. When I asked them for the reason of their
dismay, they showed great anxiety and answered only in the vaguest of
terms. As I noticed that insistent questioning only led them to greater
anxiety, I sensed that there might be a dark secret involved, something
that they might prefer to hide even from their own memory. I then
decided
to use my freshly gained transcendental skill of hypnosis upon them,
and sure enough they started talking. Having grown up in the streets of
Ashtan I am used to a certain degree of sordidity, but what emerged
here was a horror of hallucinatory proportions. What they told me when
they regained their memories was the tale of their being victims of a
professional child abuse ring involving the Troll King, Shanugis and
certain elements within the Shallamese leadership that exploit the local
orphanage. Kaga and Sigfried, any attempt to purge this blot from the
social fabric of Sapience meets with my fullest support.
On another note, when you really want to restore Hashan to some of its
former glory, know that the people of Spinesreach will be more than
happy to assist you in clearing the surrounding Ithmia and restore it
to its former state of farmland, so that it may once more produce crops
to feed the masses instead of mere herbs to fuel the fights of a few.
For Freedom and Civilization I salute you,

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Severin, in the year 114 MA.