Dearest Aetolians,

Here I am, once more putting my quill to the parchment in hopes that it
will shine some light on the hyppocrisy of a few certain individuals,
lightening the sentence to those who choose to make a profit.

First, Reecillia.
You claim that the sentient creatures should be able to 'choose' whether
to live or die. If I ever see you 'bashing' again, I'll be quick to
inform you that the mhun, goblin, cultist, or what have you, did not
choose death. I am no stranger to death, I am, in fact, death in myself.
Trust me when I say, the Animals are better off.

And Colt,
Though I'm thinking that your political mind is worse than Reecillia's,
I don't have the time to denigrate. I will simply say this: You wish to
have the pit turned into a stadium, where instead of animals, we pit
AETOLIANS against each other. Is there a place where farmers can learn
to defend themselves? I believe there is a scroll scribed on the arenas,
if you care to read it. You're a sentinel, talk to these animals, I'm
sure they'd tell you that they aren't much better off in the wild,
always having to be cautious of hunters like yourself. I don't claim to
care about animal, or sentient life, but that is what seperates our two
views, you are hyppocritical, I actually abide by my own 'morals'.

To Assag, You have done a wonderful job using your abilities to create a
profit. You may wish to seek out Lord Severn with your talents. Despite
all the ruckus, You still thrive, and may you always.

The Strength
The Abomination.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Haernos, in the year 177 MA.