Soilworm,

In Her boundless and depthless compassion, the Wildwood Queen has decreed that your sentence shall be commuted. You are free to plunge into the shadows once more without me relaying your movements.

It is an honour you are not worthy of, but I will not pine over the masses hounding me for days on end, so I will not complain.

Having borne Her Wrath, warm your cockles now beneath the canopy of Her benevolence.

Signed,

Daru, the Sybil

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Lupar, in the year 893 AF.