Sometimes the worst monsters are those you can not fight with sword and spells. A battle rages beyond this plane, and many souls are finding themselves frightened, worried, in forced isolation, and alone. Some of our own may be unwilling caught up in that fight or know others who are, or worse... those who have lost that fight. My thoughts and prayers are with every one of you. Some things transcend countries, transcend cities, and creed. If you just need to vent, to talk, or simply sit in calm company, reach out to someone. I am happy to provide as much hot tea, cookies, or other libations as necessary. Health and mana vials are wonderful cure-alls, but sometimes we need to talk or company to nurse our souls. To all cities, ally or enemy, rogues, young and old, be strong and courageous, be safe, and be there for each other. If I can help in any small way, please reach out to me.

Thank you,
Fench

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Miraman, in the year 825 AF.