Before we launch into this, we should probably address the target of this missive. Hit or miss, it seems some people believe that they are both incredibly clever and competent and wish to spend a lot of time making a whole lot of noise about killing guards and trying to coerce Duiran and causing general chaos. While it's hard to really say that this wasn't irritating, we didn't really go ballistic about it either. Blah blah, we wandered around the city, and then we took a small trophy. It took a little effort, but it's a bit surprising no one has noticed over the past nine or so weeks that its been gone. I suppose the trajectory of it all might go over some people's heads, but I'm sure that the clever inhabitants of Spinesreach might figure out for themselves what, exactly, we took.

In Faith,
Abbess Kerryn Aneneas

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 10th of Haernos, in the year 457 MA.