I was walking towards the docks today with my usual load of rats, when suddenly, my world collapsed around me. Yes, you know what I mean. You know you felt that way too. The ratman is _gone_, and with him, our society as we know it.

Undoubtely this is some Orcish plot. They obviously know that our pathetic economy hinges upon our killing rats and selling them to psyopaths that walk the streets. How they get their unlimited amounts of gold is a question many of us have longed to find the answer for.

Our only hope is this- I ask for the three richest people in Achaea to pick a corner and replace our beloved ratman and his friends.

I must be off now as I have to apply for a cashier position at a nearby shop, as well as to petition for welfare.

Heaven forbid we all have to get real jobs,
Andelas

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Scarlatan, in the year 258 AF.