Great Great Springdale.

The heart of the stag beats so strongly now only because of its citizens, nothing more.

thakria dwindles only because its cowering citizens only emerge from lord nostradamus's temple as and when they feel the odds right for them.

Face it esprii, you hide in your prison of locked rooms far far from thakria yet you still reak of their stench.

All you and yours can do is destroy, nothing more, if you had half the charisma of my sister you would have a thriving guild. all you have is your dry and barren soul and a mannequin for company.

Let the spirit of the stag stay strong and its citizens point and mock you as you pass, because your petty words will find no home in the hearts of our citizens.

Written by my hand on the 7th of Cloudburst, in the year 1165.