Hail Sapience,

I am pleased at the lifting of Mhaldor's martial law, as should you be, and I urge every person in the land to flock to Mhaldor's gate. The isle has been locked away for such a long time, and all of you should take great pride in knowing that the land you walk upon has been sown with the blood of the Malevolent One's followers. Know that in walking through their hazy home, all of the blood you walk upon, spilt in the spirit of Strength, was wasted on their inability to rise above mediocrity.

Mhaldor opens their doors to you in a reach of desperation. Their numbers are few, and of those few the strong are even fewer. They have no desire for you to enter and learn about their history or browse their markets, they only wish to promulgate their feeble attempts at conversion and bolster their ranks. But again, I urge you, take this opportunity, and flock to their gate.

Flock to their gate, Sapience, and do so quickly. Traders, make your sales and purchases. Explorers, walk into their darkest corners. Poets, write your tales of the Isle in the West. Flock to their gate, do what you've wanted to do, and then escape, for a city built around the ideology of Strength to display their weakness so openly is a sign of the end of Mhaldor.

Signed,
Enlightened Omor Ceberek

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Daedalan, in the year 733 AF.