Dearest Saadyia,

It is not a rarity that a young woman such as yourself, is taken in by
an esteemed elderly persona such as Tomast. Due to the fact that women
like you are bound by whatever demented force makes you tick, you soon
find yourself becoming enamored by the current male persona of the day,
week, month, year, whatever.

I would formally like to extend you an invitation into that which I
call, life. This world was not mystically guided by the hands of an
omnipotent artist, no nursemaid scampers around offering her teat to
make sure you survive. The very founders of Caanae were forced to battle
the land, drawing the lifesblood of the earth so the crops would grow.
Those very founders looked at Aryanas Spring as a blessing, not a
crutch. Our lives are riddled with suffering and pain, that is what
makes us who we are. Do you think Milanthor, Sparda, Juganothion, Taea
or Stavros were pampered through life, avoiding all sense of conflict or
obstruction because there might be some delusional sense of devotion? I
can assure you and your little band of merry knaves that your life will
always come to a moment where your destiny lies at the tip of a blade.

Aryanas Spring is a blessing to us, a reward for surviving eons of
conflict against the earth, conflict against demons, conflict against
ogres and most importantly conflict with ourselves. Consider it a
monument to lifes successes, sparing you the torment of the Underworld,
unless of course you enjoy the realm of Dis. How one can stand and
declare the Spring as a sanctuary from violence, is laughable at best.
To ignore strife, violence and aggression, is to deny the most primal
truth in this world.

Tomast you scoundrel! Please do stop polluting the youth of this world,
even you have been known to take up arms at the spring in defense of
what you hold dear.

Kabal

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Fas, in the year 456 AD.