The following is written in a clean, blocky lettering.
We extend our apologies for the injuries you suffered at our hands, Sergeant Kobe Azurin and Private Syrena Lyonhart. We hope that you will recover from them-it was not our intent to harm you, but sacrifices had to be made in order to accomplish our objective. We also hope that your romantic liasons will not be overly affected by the blows we struck against you. Our objective was not to harm Sanctuary, nor its lawfully-elected Council, nor its defense apparatus, nor its people-as the fact that you have been left alive will attest to. Our objective was to destroy the tyrant who assumed power that was not his to take; our objective was to free Sanctuary from the rule of a creature that did not belong at its reins; our objective was to save you from a threat you could not, and would not, see. Our actions, though they may have awakened you to the threat, cannot fully stop it. That responsibility lies with you, Kobe Azurin and Syrena Lyonhart, and others like you.
You have fulfilled your duties in accordance with the oaths and the allegiances you have sworn to serve and maintain. We do not resent or despise you for this-on the contrary, we respect and admire your dedication to the Sanctuary Watch. This devotion, however, blinded you to the threat of Demetrius Bhast-forced as you were to serve him, you could not oppose the criminal machinations he unleashed upon an unsuspecting and unprepared city.
Demetrius Bhast, contrary to all appearances, was not a human male. He was a Chosen-a member of the corrupt, damned warriors that caused the fall of Dunwarren so many years ago. His mission was to infiltrate and assume control of the apparatus of power within Sanctuary, in order to corrupt, defeat, and ultimately destroy the city. You will likely find no proof of this that will satisfy the objective, law-abiding mind, yet this remains the truth. It was Demetrius Bhast's true nature-and the agenda he hid from so many men and women of Sanctuary-that required us to act as we did.
You will note that we left every human defender alive that we could. You will note that we spared your own lives. Perhaps you will attribute this to carelessness or simple error-but I assure you that we meant you, and your consort, no harm. Our steel was directed against Demetrius Bhast-and so his flesh was pierced, his corrupted form failing, to be cast into the eternal flames that await such despicable failures.
You may choose to disregard everything that has been said in this missive. You may crumble it in anger, you may burn it in hatred. Yet, if you do not, I implore you to act to ensure that the ill workings of Demetrius Bhast are lain to rest, once and for all. Adelia Tyrell has served Sanctuary long, and well, in her position upon the Council. It is time for her to assume the office of Mayor-as three generations of Bresleys held it before her-to restore the tranquility, the wisdom, and the guidance that that position has entailed for a century and a half. The decrees that Demetrius Bhast issued must be undone-for Sanctuary is a city of free beings, ones who had the courage to throw off the yoke of tyranny and escape to this refuge amidst the eternal night, where the light within men's hearts is almost enough to keep the terrors of the darkness at bay. Your role is to defend Sanctuary, Kobe Azurin and Syrena Lyonhart. Now is the time when Sanctuary's free nature needs your defense the most.
Perhaps you will choose to persecute those whom you believe to be us. Perhaps you choose to chase phantasms, to attempt to find us where we do not exist. We are not Watchmen; we are not Spellguard; we are not Seekers; we are not Councilors. We are a force that exists for the sole purpose of providing freedom for this place. Yet we cannot provide fully-and that is where we now require your aid.
Do not allow martial law to take sway over Sanctuary. Do not allow the Sheriff, or the corrupt followers of Demetrius Bhast, to assume control of the city. Bring Adelia Tyrell to the position she must fill, and allow freedom to echo throughout the streets of Dunwarren again, in defiance of the Chosen who sought for so long to destroy it.
Perhaps you will continue to disbelieve, or view our words with malice, suspicion, and hatred. We make a final appeal to you-if the love that exists between you is true, then consider this. To bind the wounds of your lover after the battle she has endured may be painful. Yet it is those bandages that will keep your lover alive; it is those bandages that will keep your lover's lifeblood within her; it is those bandages that will allay the wounds. We have cut out a plague that threatened to destroy Sanctuary; if you care for the oaths you have taken with even a small fraction of the care you exhibit for your lover, then you will provide for Sanctuary, so that it may heal from the pain we had no choice but to inflict.
We cannot save Sanctuary; we may only present you the opportunity to defend, and to protect, what you have claimed as yours. Continue in your path, ignore this chance, and it will be amongst the greatest mistakes of your life. Cling to it and accept it, and it will perhaps save you both, and your love.