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A missive would be pinned on the town noticeboard. Written in an unfamiliar handwriting and no listed credits, the missive reads :
The tranquility of the tavern was broken on this day, for there definitely were more important matters to discuss. A pale-skinned woman with platinum hair entered, breaking the merriness of the tavern with plightful words aimed at the barkeep and mayor - words that spoke of all her failures that left one of the last settlements unaffected by the black death at risk. Her words illuminated the tavern, re-affirming sentience in drunkards and scholars alike. Her words implied treason as she chose successors, tacitly drafted measures, and communed with commoners as if she were the Queen herself. Her words began harshly, but in the end she easened the blow of her words with a moment of silence followed by reaffirming clarifications. She was not a Queen, or a betrayer, rather she was a paragon of truth. ‘The One’ has blessed us with a pillar of safety against an incurable malady that aims to bring about the end days - and our mayor has sat counterproductively as this pillar has been plagued with other bloodletting problems; we have been raided, our citizens slaughtered as if they were goats, our possessions stolen along with our dignity and safety. These attacks have gone unaddressed by our mayor, who is possibly complicit. As such the citizens of this town await some sort of measure, or even acknowledgement, from Mayor Anata.
A missive would be pinned on the town noticeboard. Written in an unfamiliar handwriting and no listed credits, the missive reads :
The tranquility of the tavern was broken on this day, for there definitely were more important matters to discuss. A pale-skinned woman with platinum hair entered, breaking the merriness of the tavern with plightful words aimed at the barkeep and mayor - words that spoke of all her failures that left one of the last settlements unaffected by the black death at risk. Her words illuminated the tavern, re-affirming sentience in drunkards and scholars alike. Her words implied treason as she chose successors, tacitly drafted measures, and communed with commoners as if she were the Queen herself. Her words began harshly, but in the end she easened the blow of her words with a moment of silence followed by reaffirming clarifications. She was not a Queen, or a betrayer, rather she was a paragon of truth. ‘The One’ has blessed us with a pillar of safety against an incurable malady that aims to bring about the end days - and our mayor has sat counterproductively as this pillar has been plagued with other bloodletting problems; we have been raided, our citizens slaughtered as if they were goats, our possessions stolen along with our dignity and safety. These attacks have gone unaddressed by our mayor, who is possibly complicit. As such the citizens of this town await some sort of measure, or even acknowledgement, from Mayor Anata.
