[This notice is written in Aetolian language but letters reflect a more archaic form]
A woman who cannot even manage a simple shop, how can she hope to manage a whole city?

Today I took a walk within the walls of your city and happened to notice that wound dressings were on quite a bargain. Hence as a man who believes in free trade, I have signed the contracts and made my payments. Thinking about declining economical state of the city, it made sense they might be liquidating their assets. And now you have the audacity to declare me an enemy to your city?

Instead of taking such actions in haste you could wait for me to come and make you an offer that you cannot refuse. But no, you decided to take a rash action and ordered city guard to skewer my bald head at first glance.

I caution benevolent people of Sapience not to buy anything from the shops of this wretched city, for you might end up at the wrong side of the corrupt officials.

Ophidians also send their regards.

Under moon and star,
-Kalak Vaelinos

[Three crescent moons circling a six-pointed star is depicted here as a signature]

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 20th of Arios, in the year 474 MA.