I truly do not care whether you accept the blame you earned, and to what degree. Your War is, indeed, here and well past the point where pointing fingers is relevant. And yet, you avail yourself of pointing fingers at my fine City. Let me offer you some advice of my own: stop muddying your face on my streets, abandon these petty concerns, and fight the War that is worth fighting.

- Seurimas

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 2nd of Ios, in the year 505 MA.