People of Sanctuary, I am Noirin Waken, lore Master, citizen of Sanctuary. Not a Lowerman, nor an Upper. A Sanctuarian. I am proud to call this place home. I am proud to know the most noble people I have met. The persons Frum, for his patron of the Library and his generous donations to just causes, Friday Wainwright, for her visions for a beautiful lower. Djiara, her patronage on my account. I am over 200 years old, but I have been here only 2 weeks. And yet I can call this place my home. And such homes, I grive for its tribulations and detriments. I grieve for the good, hard working people of Sanctuary wander idle, throughout the town, building resentment to a goverment that is, nay, Doings its absolute best to assist. No mayor can be elected, there are to few councilors, and soon, I fear, martial law is to be imposed. Yes, the people of lower have it tough, they claim to fear upper tyranny, so it seems.

But let me enlighten you. Upper Council is running out of Funds, the Watchmen go without pay, and they still do there duty, so salute them people, for they are doing there best for you, out of there own hearts. The SPellguard do its duty, so salute them two, despite cut backs in pay.

I have come to love Sanctuary dearly, I am an old dwarf, maybe I am rambling, but I go without sleep, lamenting the future of this beautiful city, write now my hand shake, there's dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep. Oh how I grieve and weep for the town I love with my entire heart?

I have come to love the fierce, fiery independance of the lowersmen, the proud, loving people of upper Sanctuary. But now more than ever, we need unity. I do not claim to know everything, but in times when we are surrounded on all fronts, LET THERE BE PEACE!

I am tired of seeing bodies in dark alleys in lower, watching a child starve and having to beg for coin. Those are your dark Secrets Lower, it is not a paradise of Freedom as you make it to be, it is a harbor of fear, and more fear. People fear to speak out against the murder, muggings, and rape that go on daily. Where one watches the children Starve. The only people who try to reticfy the situation to my knowledge are Friday Wainwright, and the Rightious Beacon staff. So I ask you people of Lower, Proclaim your right to be free, Cast away the shadow that has blanketed your Home.

People of Upper, here is your shadow. You claim to be peaceful, but you lack any faith in your goverment. You look to others to lead you, the very people that lead you for 150 years you turn your backs on. Why do you turn your back on them people? Because the very council is in chaos? The bickering council cannot decide without a figure head. Only Wyric and Frum to my knowledge try to get anything done. So I ask you people of upper, demand that your council allow the elections! Instead of the silent, passive grumblings that has been growing. Not later, not the next weak, make a petition, a rally, but whatever must be done without physical force, do so.

Please people of Sanctuary, do not let Chaos engulf your home, I wish to see a smiling child play in the streets, rather than a starving cur of one in a corner alley, beaten and bruised, whimpering for a coin to buy some food. I would rather see a merchant selling toys to children instead of weapons. I would rather see Carpet Makers than explosives. I would rather see a friendly face rather than the untrusting looks of the depraved. So I ask again, people of Sanctuary, both lower and Upper, END THIS CHAOS!

Noirin Waken, Lore master, and a Citizen of Sanctuary