I enjoy the status of one who has begun to grey around
the edges, and has stood back and let the world perform as it
has.
For the last several Achaean years, at least. In my younger
days I was Shallamese.
In those days I wrote a little message about how to behave in a
war you are losing. It was, indeed a post directed at the
Citizens of Shallam.
I don't know if anyone even paid attention to that post,
but if they did, things appear to stretching the limits
of what is honorable, right and just, currently.
Caerid made an error of judgement.
I can respect that. However, as I listen to the endless
posturing and 'my way is better than yours' philosophy
'just because I'm me and you're you', I find myself
sicker than drinking 20 shots of tequila in a row.
I left Shallam because it's vaulted towers of purity had
become decidedly tarnished in my view. I now wander the
land without a city. I am not full of contempt.
I am full of pity.

Amlas

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Scarlatan, in the year 246 AF.