[identical letters are delivered to each of the Sanctuary Councilors, the penmanship sharp and the parchment folded neatly]
Esteemed Councilor,
My name is Saesmed Isepritau. Upon entering your fine city, recently a fortunate escapee of slavery due to the admirable exploits of the Seekers, I could not but help notice that my ancenstry means I can not become a citizen. Indeed, because of events not of my own making nor choice, I can be killed in the street like a dog, or near enough as it makes no matter.
With all due respect, I must politely ask that I am made a citizen. Yes, infernal blood flows through my veins. Its a cruel fate I've had to endure since my inception; I'm well accustomed to it. In any case, I feel compelled to present my case for full citizenship.
Your law is perhaps a prudent one, especially at on a blanket level. I see the wisdom in such a law and respect the reasoning and people responsible for it. I must be adamant, however, that I am neither a slaver nor a monster. I have strange features, uncommon to your sight, I'm willing to bet, but then, why, one must ask, are those of celestial blood exempt from the blanket law?
I humbly extend an invitation to meet me yourself, at a time and place of your own choosing, so that we may converse more on this issue which so troubles me.
Best regards,
Saesmed Isepritau.