I hope to the Gods that you are not a representative of Ashtan, the
"superior" city. Because if all the "superior" city can pump out of its
streets are nosy eavesdroppers and gossipers then the rest of Sapience
as a whole is in a sad sad state.

Now, I'm not a representative of Shallam or Mhaldor and I know nothing
of Alinoe or Deeva. So, whether or not you're lying is a complete
mystery and I really don't care whether you are or not. My thoughts are
"Oh! What a nightmare! Love may actually exist and transcend the lines
of good and evil and Shallam and Mhaldor". Of course people know that
and that MAY very well have been your point but because of people like
you, people in such a predicament cannot be true to themselves. And so
what? My son is Mhaldorian and while he may have no love for me any
longer, I love him. He is my son and I will love him until the day Lady
Maya's halls are shut to me. Travesty!

I assume that soon you will be publishing your own newspaper with
stories of women who give birth to 500 pound babies. I assure you I will
run out and grab a copy as soon as I can.

N.S.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Miraman, in the year 436 AF.