AN ANNOUNCEMENT
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Hi, we are a city of Sapience,
There's been a development in the past seven hours.
We're so sorry for the inconvenience,
but your hunting grounds are now permanently ours.

If you hunt there, we'll send out a dragon
adorned to the teeth with sharp things.
He was off the gleam, but fell off the wagon,
cower in fear of the 'warning' he brings.

Remember that denizen that killed you,
twenty years to the day, give or take?
He stands at the borders in full view
in the knowledge there's no revenge you can take.

All the other hunt haunts are barren,
Like a city just after a raid.
But these grounds are our grounds, not yours now.
So you can't hunt out here, I'm afraid.

There's no use complaining or sulking,
now we've allied that place on a whim.
We'll never give it up, heed our warning -
You don't want a pike through your chin.

-H.C.B. Storm

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Miraman, in the year 569 AF.