When you think of a young innocent Orphan child,
ones mind seldom lingers to the notion that perhaps
the powder of their crushed bones would make a
highly addictive euphoric substance. Many are probably
asking themselves, given light of recent events,
What if this is the case?
The idea on the surface seems preposterous.
However, with questions of _how_ it is done and _why_
someone would do it, and furthermore, who would mastermind
such a creation through these methods, one can
only be left wondering what's really going on.
As these questions remain unanswered, the Thieves
Den in Delos completes its _final_ sales of Gleam.
As tragic of a loss to many of you this may be,
rest assured that this is not the end to our existence,
though during times of withdrawl, it may certainly feel
that way. For those of you whom decide to continue
using Gleam, whether for recreational, spiritual or
carnal practices, I urge you to give thought to its
possible origins as new information surfaces and
events throughout our land become more clear.
In Closing,
Das Rousseau

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Mayan, in the year 362 AF.