I would wager all the fish in Jaru that "freedom from Oppression" (Targossian or otherwise) is not a song which has ever emanated from the arches of the Black Basilica. Enslavement of the heathen, yes. Subjugation of the world, surely. So I am curious why one of the vaunted Aristata name - despite being an estranged grovekeeper - has taken to singing its unharmonious tones when every man, woman, and child from Thraasi to Tasur'ke know the opposite to be true of Evil's trade.

Even to a humble clergyman of the Righteous such as I it was apparent the archdeacons and confessors of the Seven had decidedly failed in their educational duties the moment sleep-addled Jems Aristata put quill to paper.

Honoured headsman, we from across the land entreat you. Please provide remedial training for this illiterate geriatric in your Red Square at earliest opportunity.

Halos Vorondil
Caefir Priest



Penned by my hand on the 20th of Glacian, in the year 939 AF.