Thank you for your excellent demonstration of what occurs when you spend
too much time with your head buried in the sand, believing every
half-truth, lie, and fable told to you by people whose grasp on reality
is even more tenuous than Gui's grasp on proper Common.

I am sure that the unwashed, inbred, flea-ridden masses will now flock
to your city in the sand where they belong, lured by promises of their
own worthless kind.

Thank you for providing this service as Aetherius' disposal ground for
the unwanted, so that the rest of us may enjoy the pleasures of the
world without them being spoiled by useless fools.


Penned by my hand on the 7th of Artificium, in the year 499 AD.