You know... It's been... -Years- since I bothered to write
anything... and it's... almost depressing that I'm wasting
a thousand sovereigns to have the scribes let me place
this tidbit now...

But so many years ago, when someone stole from us..?
We didn't run to the nearest newsroom, after begging gold off
our guildmates... We'd borrow a pair of swords, or whatever
weapon we prefered, and we'd go take care of it ourselves.

None of this crying, whining, moaning and pleading for everyone
-else- to do the job -for you-...

Sapience has grown dreadfully decadent and lazy... It saddens me
greatly to come to that realization...

Utterly disgusted, yet oddly amused,
Tear Lucoster

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Aeguary, in the year 380 AF.