Maybe there is some deep meaning in the fact that this time Conan
when pissed off did not go on a mad spree but tried to articulate
his frustrations on the BB.
Parrius seems a city of many diverse souls seeking an independant path
at least Savannah has some dignity to thank Conan (perhaps belatedly) for his efforts.
Written by my hand on the 6th of Midsummer, in the year 968.