I could fill tomes with the overwhelming amount of disappointment and resentment I feel right now. I wish we could have worked out, but I couldn't see past your toxic traits anymore. I would normally say its not you it's me, but it is most definitely you. I know I am far from perfect, but I deserve better than this. We all do. The recent exodus from the city demonstrated that I am not alone in these feelings. You have driven me into a miserable shell of my former self. I want my old self back, and I can only achieve that without you. I have truly tried to inspire and enact positive change through activism and engagement within your walls, but I have had to learn the hard way that you cannot change those who do not want to be changed. You have become content with a status quo that should unsettle anyone. You have a developed this terrible culture of back door meetings, rumor milling, and general deceitfulness. I didn't sign up to play these games and I can't tolerate it anymore. You say you aspire to live up the Pillars of Silver and Steel, but until a radical cultural shift happens it will be your fate to fall woefully short of that goal.

Because I am feeling particularly petty and spiteful, here is a short list of what you have become or remained:
- a geopolitical afterthought.do
- an opponent who doesn't punch back with diplomacy nor strength of arms.
- a citizenry so mired in petty interpersonal disputes between various cliques that it cripples morale, unity, and administration.
- a gerontocracy so stuck in their ways the city has become nearly inflexible.
- a city where your own patrons abandon you for whatever Their reasons may be.
- the center of so many slanderous stereotypes that each citizen is tainted with them not matter what actions they take.

I am sure this list could be longer but I wish to purge these toxic feelings and move on with my life instead of dwelling on them.

Some personal notes:

Imperiate Laedha - I know you are doing your best, but sometimes our best isn't enough when you are given inferior material to work with.

The Discurean Outriders - You are supposed to be the arm that extends beyond the walls of this city yet people genuinely do not know you exist. I can think of no greater insult than that.

The Vashnarian Shield - Your stalwart defence of the city is admirable. I hope that the city becomes worthy of your efforts someday.

The Order of Thurisaz - You do nothing that Shield doesn't already do, only you are much worse at it. Be Knights and serve your city not just yourselves.

If you are Cyrenian and still reading this and you probably have this odd sensation growing inside you. I can explain it. That sensation is something known as an emotion, and the one you are probably experiencing right now is heartbreak or anger towards me. I ask that you own it and accept it. Let it fuel your motivation to prove every single word of this letter to be untrue. Respond with action and do what I failed to do - enact positive change. Don't bother responding with a post or any sort of correspondence because that will change nothing and honestly, we need a clean break.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Scarlatan, in the year 883 AF.