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[Nailed outside the Pissing Crone]

As I sit amongst the drunken and desperate patrons of the venerable Pissing Crone, fungal smoke and base liquors assaulting my senses, I ponder.

I ponder on a Sun I have never seen. On a way that likely no longer exists. I ponder on a man long dead, and I ponder on his legacy. I ponder, and I conclude.

My brothers in Filth, I declare these things. I declare so that you might heed some small tidbit, and take unto you the strength of men distant and hazy. I declare so that one day, we might all again be free. I declare because I must.

I declare these things:

1. I declare that Frederick Bresley did, in Sanctuary's 12th year, depart for the surface.

2. I declare that Frederick Bresley, against all probable odds, acquired his lofty dream.

3. I declare that, of all Sanctuary's many and varied inhabitants, Frederick alone truly shed his shackles.

4. I declare that the Way of Frederick Bresley remains, if not in the paths and labyrinths of the Underdark, than in the hearts of men.

5. I declare that we have strayed from the Way, and enslave ourselves to bleak walls and petty politics.

6. I declare that those above us have grown complacent. The Way does not lie with them- as it did not reside with Melinda Bresley.

7. I declare that the Way above lies with us, the common filth and rabble, and only with us.

8. I declare, boldly and openly, that I subjugate myself to no man. I will live as Frederick Bresley- I will live free.

Brother Jones, a rickety table at The Pissing Crone, Kythorn 9th, Year 151.

On the bottom of the notice, Malik jots down these words: "Welcome inside for a drink!"

I live above you and am not complaicent. I look for the surface everyday, but inspiring those with lesser strength then I have to do so as well, is to point men to their death. You are free to to whatever you wish outside these walls, as is any other, but do not underestimate the dangers you will face. While within the safety of this city, though, you will adhere to the laws of our society.

*signed* Pvt. Lockwood

*scrawled below Lockwood's notice, in big block letters*

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