Councilor, I admit I have a great deal of respect for you and your scholarship. While I know you merely requested me to talk to you, and discuss my theories out of kindness, I hope that with time we can establish a friendship. My respect for you is not feigned.

To begin, I should share why I have drawn the conclusions that I've drawn that way, you can analyze the evidence and offer your own conclusions. I only hope you remain impartial, it is difficult for many when confronted with these ideas to avoid clinging to what they know and trust, or feel is right. Albeit, the error I make may be relying on this information and not what I wish was true.

You've read my text on the collapse of Dunwarren. I'm curious if you have more information, I've gathered some evidence from interviews with the survivors of that collapse and hope to one day gather more. I think that foundation of my theories rest on what exactly destroyed Dunwarren.

I think together, we must find out. I will write more later, time willing.

Respectfully, Mandarin Dreagle

Mistress Tyrell;

I escaped from Ysinode half a year ago after four decades of slavery. My slavery was freer than most, I was not kept in the city due to my occupation and had little contact with the abominations. Perhaps the only reason I lived as long as I did.

When I arrived in Sanctuary, I was astounded to find a free city full of ex-slaves. Although, I admit to being shocked by the brutality here--public stonings for the people's amusement and the pure fear inspiring power of the animatrons-a clear indicator that this is not a place where people sought to build a utopia but clearly meant to continue to rely on fear to instill social control.

Yet most troubling was the city itself. A vast ruin, uninhabited by its original creators. Where had they gone, what destroyed them? I've compiled over time a few transcribed notes from several books I found while originally exploring these ruins to answer that question. You've seen my penned theory-but over the next few days I hope to copy many unused notes and show them to you. Perhaps you can shed light on these findings.

However, as I've said the only conclusion I can reach at all is that Dunwarren ripped itself apart due to the breach between those who made the machines and those who rebelled and sought absolute freedom. More importantly, I've seen evidence that demonstrates none who die in Dunwarren can have their soul rest in peace. Instead, we're cursed to an undead existance--hence the constant turmoil in the mausoleum and the requirement for cremation of all corpses.

My conclusion thusfar is that this same stressful knowledge intruded on Dunwarren and caused such diverse reactions that the city was destroyed. My great fear is that such can happen again *a stain of ink blots here as Mandarin stops writing to think; ink dripping from his pen unheeded*

Mandarin Dreagle

Mistress Tyrell,

Forgive the lateness of the third letter. Slavery it seems is all too common, and with bad luck it seems I've spent two months now in the hands of a new set of captors wishing to study my knowledge on diseases, poisons, and mutations.

What troubles me most in my research, and perhaps this is the easiest question to pose to you-why is it that the dead do not rest in Sanctuary or any part of Dunwarren? The entire theory I present my book which explains the collapse of Dunwarren rests on the simple fact that the afterworld is shut to us down here.

Logically, it is not because of our depth below. Surely Oghma, the god of wisdom no less can pierce between seven miles of rock as easily as he can between planes of existance. This trouble question is what pushed my research to its ultimate conclusion. Yet its the simplest stumbling block, if you have an answer--then everything I've said must be wrong.

Mandarin Dreagle

Councilor Tyrell, I must thank you for that key. I discovered some amazing things down there, as well something that may aid both of us in gaining election while helping feed the hungry in our city.

There is a risk involved in getting there, but small cadres of armed men could obtain enough food from a huge svirneblin fungus farm in a single trip to feed the hungry of the city for the week. I'd like to work with you to obtain funding from the city to see this accomplished.

I leave the decision of whether the funds are present and the need of the hungry enough to start making a move in this direction. I expect the Council has more information on the hungry than do I. The fungus field I found had a huge pool of fresh water as well, I expect that it is the location of our city's fresh water supply that is pumped up from the Bowels.

Mandarin Dreagle

Councilor Tyrell, I invite you to join the Dream Society. It is a group of scholars I've put together to study the nature of dreams and illusions. Part of the goal of the Dream Society will be to prove or disprove our lingering argument about whether this world is real or whether it is illusion.

I'd be intrigued by your contributions. I wish also to you good fortune in the upcoming elections. I've spoken well on your behalf as I feel our political goals and our basic care for humanity are shared jointly.

Mandarin Dreagle

Mandarin,

I would be happy to join your Dream Society.

- Councilor Tyrell

Councilor Tyrell,

As my acceptance speech indicated, I plan to carry out the reforms that Albert Ubel died to put forward. I hope without all the trouble. I've long suspected that you favor the Ubelite school in politics--bringing less governmental control of social life while greater control over economics, greater freedom to the people, moral economies, and overall a shift away from the surface governments that failed so many in an attempt to build a more utopian ideal.

In a symbolic effort to bring about this change; it is my hope to see a posthumous pardon for the Ubel family patrons Montgomery and Albert for any and all crimes; and a blanket pardon for all those who partook in the failed rebellion. The people rebelled because the government failed them, and I see no crime in that.

Mandarin U. Dreagle