To the women of Sapience, and all who would protect their honour:

Let it be known that there is a predator lurking in the edges of the
forests, waiting to proposition the first wayward young miss who
stumbles upon his grove. This elumbated cur is known as Coran, and he
has taken to offering positions in his dubious harem to unsuspecting
novices. Certainly no respectable female would ever deign to subject
herself to the perverse machinations of this degenerate.

I ask for the assistance of each and every lady who bears a sword, or
the chivalrous gentlemen who might protect them: slay this man. Do not
stop until his entrails have been strewn across the highways from the
Northreach Forest to the shores of New Hope. Tear him asunder; do not
leave a pike unadorned where his head could grace it! Slice the hands
from his wrists so not even he may relieve his insatiable lust! Grind
his shrivelled, mouldering, syphilitic manhood into the dirt beside his
broken corpse, so that never again may he seek to violate another young
girl who did not ask for his depraved attention!

The first WOMAN to bring me the head of the bastard Coran will receive a
reward of 5,000 gold sovereigns--infinitely more than he is worth. This
will be awarded regardless of alignment, though I may be inclined to
offer additional bonuses to the ladies holding citizenship outside of
Shallam or its allies.


In service to femalekind,


Amunet Viatrix

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Valnuary, in the year 525 AF.