This really should be listed as "To: The citizens of shallam".
I want to apologize.. to the city. I made a grave error leaving. I thought it would be better elsewhere, better "over there" as i've come to say.. Little did I realize that it go no better, and that I was as happy as i will ever be..
There are no excuses... I was not possessed, insane, or under the influence of a malignant God. I simply was stricken with short-sightedness and a general anger and jealousy of those who had what I did not.. Someone told me a rumour that set me off... I should not have allowed it to. I apologize most humbly for my grievous errors, and wish that I could undo all that i have done.
To Dresden: I am sorry.. For my words... I truly didn't mean them.. I was possessed with a rage at what someone had sad, and a jealousy unmatched by anything i've ever felt.. I still love you.. no matter what I said or meant at the time..
To Calhoun: We once were allies.. We fought a god together.. I see no reason that we cannot be again... Once isolated incident.. some foolish words.. should not destroy what we had.. I am deeply sorry.

I ask.. no.. Beg.. beesech the Shallamites to allow me another chance, and allow me to return to my rightful home. I did something that I should not have done, no matter what. I can't make the words go away, i can't undo what I did.. but I do believe that I can work to make up for what i've done. Please

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Jerle, the fool who thought it would be better "over there"

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Glacian, in the year 274 AF.