Dear Aetherius,

I'll keep this short and (hopefully) sweet. In light of certain
developments, certain acts of treachery in the Wytchen Guild, the
Coterie would like to extend their utmost appreciation to the many
non-Wytchen who have assisted us in this fairly annoying (if anything)
time.

The thanks of the Guild is also extended to the leadership of the city
that the traitor called home, for allowing us to deal with her in at
least one way, and to several others from various walks of life for
offering material goods and services to us, including two forestals in
particular.

All that being said, to the ones I left unnamed here, your help will not
be forgotten.

Spirits guide you,
And the Stars shine brightly on your path,

Xen


Penned by my hand on the 5th of Naturalis, in the year 492 AD.