Duchess I no longer hold any fealty to,

You rant and rave, babble and bicker, simper and moan and yet you go
nowhere. In what you view as an intelligent challenge to the world and a
point that will strengthen your case, you surrender your true motives
and biased opinions to anyone who has a limited grasp of common.

I notice that you say you will speak to one who does not follow Eloweth
and you further modify your statement by asking that they be unbiased.
Having experienced your leadership for two months, it is painfully
obvious that you are allowing yourself an out to say "They were
unbiased, this doesn't count!" so that you may continue your personal
crusade against one who does not agree with you. You fear that which
Laia and the Arcane offer, understanding, strength and conviction, three
ideals that you my dear are greatly lacking.

When you and I spoke, you mentioned to me that you'd have no minded the
discourse presented if it was written by Wysrias or I. This perplexed
me, as the truths stated in said writing were to coherent, to the point
and within the bounds of the Canon (section II, Article A). Why would a
Duchess, who is bound to service her city honestly and proudly, choose
which document is presented to the public when all that is changed is
the signature at the bottom. One name does not effect the truths held
within such script.

And then you enlightened me to why this occurred. A fool of an
Antiochan, one of the prejudiced ignorant could not grasp the peace
offering that was extended to Antioch within the words of the document.
Unable to wrap their feeble mind around such a concept, they took to the
blade and slew a bard, Narquem. And that is where the motive is
revealed. One of your afflicted womb fell to ignorance of a fool and you
sought revenge, not justice. As you have so often before, you cast your
rage at your rival and abused what little power you still cling to and
banished her from the home she has given everything to defend.

I will not go into detail of the mockery that is the relationship
between the followers of your Father and the followers of the Arcane.
Many of you think you are 'sneaky' in your subterfuge and espionage. You
all fail miserably, as you are merely upset children on the playground
battling for the maestro's attention. I will not go into the personal
pissing contests where you and your clique wage a silent war against
anyone who seeks to make an agenda that does not explicitly mimic your
own.

I once was proud to be a citizen of Kinsarmar and made no attempt to
hide that fact. Today, I am ashamed to be the citizen of a city which
favours cowards who run AWAY from combat. Men-children who complain,
whine, nag, bitch, moan and disagree with everything in their lives and
cannot even agree they share the same air. I am ashamed that my leaders
sneak and cavort about in the shadows, to fearful to leave their homes
for the possibility that a drop of rain may offend their pristine
appearance, let alone a straight on fight. I am ashamed of the ceaseless
infighting that I've not seen children stoop to. I am ashamed that I'd
be much better off in the back room of a whore house than at the
Crossroads of Kinsarmar or the Silver Harp. I am tired of the travesty
you have made my once home out to be. A nestle of cowards, mislead
artists, ignorant, self-centered titty babies. You have lost the will to
stand up for yourself and your beliefs and I can stand beside you no
longer. The city of the Arcane is failing and it has only you and yours
to blame.

Pyrael Da'Saison.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Letum, in the year 471 AD.