Gentlemen and Ladies of the Sanctuary Watch, Noble guardians against The Enemy, Arcane defenders of noble heart,
I bid you welcome, for you stand on the threshhold of my home. I offer you a towel for your matted hair, and a warm blanket in shelter against the cold. Rest your weary feet here, in the company of good men and true, and the smiles of children who are stronger in spirit than many grown men.
I welcome you into my home, for you are my kindred. United in the ways of life, I bid you take heed of my wish; that you have a life free from the pain of things that can be ended, of hunger, of cold, of illness. I wish you freedom from these things, and instead to be filled with a life of warmth and comfort.
As you are here, and as you are my brothers and sisters, I will offer you what little I have. The rest was taken by the Banites. Our sole defender, orckin Sir Hurc John, was slain. Our source of food, stolen. In this, our hour of need, we do not pray you pause outside. We do not turn you away. More than ever, we invite you to our abode in kinship, in fellowship, and hope that you understand your sense of welcome.
My name is Patricia Threadbare. I am a mendicant and devout of the Crying God, Ilmater. I have taken to operating out of the Beacon now, for it is a house of Charity in Lower City. Although we are no longer your community, we pray you all to see us as neighbours, if not allies. Against the darkness inherent to the forces at work in our respective cities, we have the chance to unite.
I do not expect you to extend yourselves down into our city. I do not bid you depart on quests of justice and vengeance against the Banite Chadwick. Instead, I hope that you will feel free to come and spend time in our humble home. Apart from the feelings of men and women in my company, I for one would be very much obliged to see you visit us here. You are always welcome to come, especially in times of emergency when in need of healing or refuge. Although, for lamentable practicality's sake, a lack of uniform is preferred, know that you men and women of the Watch, the Spellguard, and the Society, will always be welcome.
Come and see what we have, and know that it is ours to share with you.
~Patricia Threadbare, mendicant of the Beacon, devout of the communal spirit of fellowship