From the moment we have crossed paths, we have been at each other's throats. As one who has lost and one who has been driven from what she loves, I do not understand your obsession with my work and existence. I can only surmise that I am simply something you, too, do not understand.

The living need to eat, and food tells the story of the peoples' daily lives and culture. And yet you have derided said food in favour of your own supplies, even going so far as to continuously mock us.

You do not wish to live among us and you do not wish to learn about us as people. Only samples. All you have learned is how to control, not co-exist. You have made no considerations, only political concessions.

I intend to strip your lies bare and expose you for the insincere manipulators that you are. You tell the Eastern Cows that you just want to 'ensure the survival of your species' and will now take 'humane methods' to do so? Your tongue has already betrayed you. You do not eat with us, no more than the butcher will eat with the cattle.

So I challenge you now, Hailqas'an to prove me wrong.

The theme will be... Three Cities. One dish for every city currently in your thrall. Prove to Sapience that you are more than a conqueror, Tsol'teth.

You can use your 'superior' supplies if you wish, I care not. Living as a part and not apart means making do or even complementing the flaws we were born with. The same goes for Sapient kind and ingredients alike.

Do not disgust me more than you already have, conqueror.

Skye B. Anchors
Dinghy Din-Dins, Owner

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Phaestian, in the year 799 AF.