In all this uproar, it has become clear that all those wronged by
Shallam must stand up and take their say! Truly, we cannot allow them to
continue on without answering for their actions! You all have stories of
being turned away at the gates for trading or for assisting some poor
unfortunate and being on the wrong end of the church's wrath.

You know NOTHING of my pain! Shallam took my blankie! Years and years
ago, I was but a lad of the tender age of 72, sitting and minding my own
business with my beloved blankie. A small and ragged thing with a large
pumpkin pie stamped on it, it was my most prized possession. It was my
Inferno, my Chaos Plane, my Nirvana.

My happy place. (Not THE happy place, but you know what I mean. Mental
happy place.)

And then, lo and behold, some young waif comes up to me with a wicked
gleam in his eyes as he cries out, "HAND OVER THE BLANKET, HOBO!"
Shocked I was, as anyone would be, and I shook my head fearfully some
side to side. He then leapt on me, clawing with fingernails of doom and
scattering lice everywhere as I tried to get away with my blanket
intact.

Then, salvation! One of those bastions of justice came along the street!
My blanket and I would be safe!

Or so I thought.

For the child, too, noticed this turn of events, and immediately slammed
himself into the dirt and began bawling. The Shallamite immediately took
to the child's side as dread crept slowly into my head. He said unto the
child, "Tell me my child, why do you cry so?" And the child pointed at
me and proclaimed, "That meanie-head took the blankie my mommy gave to
me before the flood!"

The innocence of youth indeed.

Long story short, I was removed from the city without a blanket and a
spiritual mace sticking out of one ear. Betrayed, I was, by those who so
vailiantly proclaim the justice of the righteous, and the thread bearing
of the worthy! Don't let your blankie be taken like mine was, fellow
Achaeans. Think of the children.

And think of how they would take the blanket they have no right to
through trickery!


-Kuntar Semshan, Blanket Patrol

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Scarlatan, in the year 459 AF.