Dearest Citizens of Sapience,

I come today to praise the mighty druids and their service to
Sapience. Oh, Druids, who process the wonderful herbs and plants
of the realm into tasty elixers and potions which heal and sooth
our worries. But! Friends! This is but a small addition to the
true role they play. In this realm, their is that most precious
though intangible resource known as "experience." And no where
does this valuable necter flow more abundantly than in that
stream bed known as the Druid guild. Like the sugary kola that
hangs from the low hanging branches, the sweet soul food of
experience burdens the boughs of the druid guild, ripe for the
taking. Like the plumb lamb that falls behind the flock and falls
easily to the fangs of the wolf, the druid feeds the strength of
the Achaean. Truly this cannot be disputed! But lowly melancholly
desends upon me! Grand muse, visit me! Deliver unto me the flimsy
justification needed to stay my pesky morality so that I too may
drink of that metaphoric milk and honey. Grant me an invitation
to feast at that banquet and sit beside the noble Dalamar and Aesop.

Muse hear me! Sight guide me!
Your Augur Fetzer

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Miraman, in the year 260 AF.