It is time I speak my truth and lay it to rest. For too long, I have been ensnared by it.

You may have heard whispers, rumors, and conjecture. Some say I have lost my mind. But know this: a Hashani on the brink of madness is nothing new. Orbit Creville if you must, but always return to solid ground.

This battle is now yours, beloved Hashan. It is with a heavy heart that I announce our paths must forever diverge. The cobblestones of our streets have soaked up my blood, earning me the name "Daddy Auggie." I have toiled long and hard for you, but that time is over. The Nocturnal Triad could offer me untold gifts and all the power my heart desires, yet my answer remains unchanged.

"No."

Many of you are dear to mea"riends and family. I will always share bread with those who come to my table with harmony and understanding in their hearts. My love for you endures, so long as you return it in kind.

What lies ahead is nothing short of a struggle for your soul. Should you prevail and remain true to yourselves, I must bear even graver news: Nezaya has driven many away, replacing them with her own. When this ship begins to list, these rats will flee.

A winter is coming for you. You will see your numbers dwindle, and apathy may take hold. I fear some of you may freeze in the bitter cold.

But I would never leave you without hope, my dear Hashan. Winter always passes. When the old trees fall, the light will find and nourish new seeds of leadership, and you will feel the stirrings of spring once more.

I have gathered all the evidence of the current leadershipa failings in Hashan. Some of it is based on my own recollections and conjecture. I urge you to remember that everyone has biases. If you seek clarification, reach out to any witnesses. I will answer your questions to the best of my ability. Know that I am like a Karthic attendant, and the truth is my charm.

I will distribute manuscripts throughout the land, priced exorbitantly high. I encourage you to share them freely. The price is set so that if someone wishes to buy them all to suppress the truth, it will cost them dearly. Should you bear the cost, my thanks to youa"ll proceeds will go to the FOS clan. If you cannot, contact me, and I will refund you as soon as I am able.

With these words, I release myself from this burden. It is no longer mine to bear. I have done all I can, and I will do no more. Greater tasks await me.

Prophet of no gods,
Augtavian Lockwood.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Valnuary, in the year 953 AF.