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People of Sanctuary, we are the Wards of Aeon. For those of you who do not know us, we are druidkind and Wildwalkers who dwell mostly in the surrounding areas of the Underdark. Our work is in protecting the Balance. We have not much interest in the ways of town life.

Though Sanctuary interests us much. As do the many good folk who dwell there. We have spent much of our power to protect both in many ways. Our work is known to some, and others would try to defame us with mock druidic fantasies which you may have seen.

There is a text about town which we have made available, The Corruption of Hammer and Steel. It is written by an ancient hand, not our own. Draw what conclusions you like from it, though I think it reads quite clearly. The wise will see, and the fools will spin.

Sanctuary. A city of freedom, or is it? Can freedom be founded on and defended by slavery? Slavery exists around you, inside the very walls of Sanctuary. A people cannot be free is they stand on the shoulders of slaves.

In ancient times, the Svirfneblin made a grave mistake, and their payment is the curse you see them in now. Their city and works destroyed, their city and works cursed forever. They trapped the spirits of nature within their Machine, they enslaved them within their animatrons. The Druids Curse swept them away.

Let us not walk down the same path as those before us. It is plain to see what disasters may be ahead if we do. Let us make amends with nature. Let us heal the Balance. Free the slaves within the animatrons, return that which was stolen from the tombs. Let the cursed dead rest in peace. And let all of Sanctuary live in peace and freedom.

signed, Calavera, Ward of Aeon Keeper of the Grove