Cease! The saltwater has clearly rotted your brain, for Arcadia is devoid of any sort of plague or, even, filth!

Blame not your betters for any diseases you surely catch swimming around in tepid water along with thousand other devil-sworn fools.

May the Sky take you and rid the world of another piece of trash.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Scarlatan, in the year 978 AF.