No other nation parades around their ancient possessors of grandfathered classes the way that Mhaldor showcases its forestals as often as possible any time one is awake. It is so gross, tawdry, and shows how Mhaldor enjoys both less philosophical solidity than Cyrene and more duplicity than Hashan. It must be so especially favoured by the Divine, to get away with knowing that they will never be punished for their far greater amounts of philosophical inconsistency than Cyrene famously had lose them the patronage of the Smith. Pride can lead one to apparently claim the greatest Strength while coddled with grander crutches than any other group anywhere else in the world.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Ero, in the year 959 AF.