Since i'm already sick of hearing it, the last post was indeed meant to
be public. there were several reasons behind this, the most important
being this: i make no secret of my hopes for the city of war.
Stavenn has survived for ages, and when Kinsarmar and Antioch are mere
ashes in the wind, still we will be here.
Besides... i fully expect most of you to end up either dead, slaves, or
allies when you realize the error of your ways. So in the end, when i
speak to the public who else could i mean but my city mates?

Inquisitor Zos

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Bellum, in the year 417 AD.