I want to love you. I want to love all of Sapience. You're making it VERY hard, if not impossible.

Sometimes, you even disgust me.

It has come to my attention a single person has been stealing most of my donations for the last decade. I saw my donations disappearing. I thought you were putting it to good use. I believed in you. I was so, so wrong, and I'm not making the same mistake again.

This person came to me and even came clean about them being the person who mailed me back my donations. Back then, the letters were unsigned. Of course. Why would you yell at the world how much you want the "plague", as you call it, to spread? Did you do it to taunt me, or are those your true feelings? You're despicable.

I hate you. But I'm not going to fight you. I don't want to fight you. I don't care about forgiveness and I much less want your mercy. Shove it and leave me alone. Find something better to do with your life than harassing a librarian.

I'm not going to stop my donations. I'll mail huge portions of burdock roots to the people I trust, and good luck taking those away from them. I'm going to keep my work at bringing awareness about the Ashen Scale like I've done for the past two decades.

See you in a couple of months.

Librarian Annase Doudegen

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Chronos, in the year 958 AF.