Hail Druid,

You speak with two faces, while clinging to a past centuries gone. I find this a common condition of the elderly, particularly those who cannot imagine a world that changes, and prefer the staid solidity of civilisation which brings the whole of the world into a singular sameness.

If I thought you spoke from anything approaching good faith, I might ask you to answer the following: Do you think the Earthmother wishes you to wield Her gifts while standing in a city that aims to despoil Nature? Do you think She granted us the gift to feel, in the deepest marrow, the hurt of every blossoming life when Mhaldor exterminates, so that we might celebrate rather than recoil?

You are an abomination, a thing better left slumbering than slouching through this world claiming a blessing meant for those far better than you. Your brothers and sisters in Truth seek nothing more than an end to Her world, and you sit blithely by whining that those of us who embrace Her, who have sworn service to Her, will not grant you Her blessings.

The High Warden forces no bond to our village to wield Her powers, only a bond to Nature and a respect of its realm. The fact that you prefer your shackles to the wilds is no moral failing of ours, but it hardly surprises that you lack the facilities to look inward, it seems a common incapacity of those entangled in the lies that are civilisation.

In service to Nature,
Treyal Wintermourne, Speaker of Eleusis

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Glacian, in the year 939 AF.