Citizens of Eleusis,

During the Great Hunt, I allowed my temper to flare when I should have let the Balance steady me. I spoke too sharply to Arheimar, Ranara,Ellendra and Saia while we were all meant to be fighting the same foe. I thought our communication unprofessional, and instead of bending like the willow, I cracked like dry bark.

For that, I offer apology. Yes, a real one.

But let me say this: miscommunication is no small thing. A word thrown wrong can wound as surely as a staff strike. I have seen it turn allies into strangers, and strangers into enemies. If my sarcasm cut too deep, then I regret it  because what I truly wanted was to be understood, not divided.

I love Eleusis. I would not train, bleed, and shout here if I did not. My voice is loud because my heart is loud. Even when I am annoyed, even when I snap, it is only because I care about this village, its people, and the Balance we are sworn to protect.

So, to those four I wronged: take this as both apology and promise. Next time I get annoyed, I will try to channel it into killing denizens faster instead of cutting at my allies. Balance willing. Come on guys lets pull it together!

 Niyol Greensward

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Scarlatan, in the year 985 AF.