A letter is sent in an elegant, flowing script:
Greetings, esteemed defenders of Sanctuary.
I am the Imperator, priest of Bane. I realize what that statement alone must do to your impressions of me. But I ask you to judge me not by my faith alone. I am not a common thug, no petty tyrant. I do not enslave others, nor do I murder them in the streets of Lower.
This city is a cosmopolitan one, filled with many different faiths. Some, obviously, do not agree. Do not be swayed by the separatists of New Dunwarren. They have abandoned Sanctuary to form their own settlement, and when it is expedient for them to do so, they will leave you entirely.
You have another option. Bane is a powerful god, and he is not without benevolence. Should this city acknowledge Bane as a patron deity, should they show their fear and reverence towards the Black Hand, he will give us his power. The power we need to crush those external threats that surround us daily and stand poised to snuff out this ever-brightening light, Sanctuary.
Bane can save this city from falling into anarchy and lawlessness. The example that Lower sets shames us all. If Sanctuary is to survive, nay, not flourish, then we require the might and righteousness that only Bane can provide. If we fear the Black Hand, we need fear nothing else.
If any of you are interested in discussing this further, you may reach me at the Stand. I understand that there are those of you who may have stopped reading at "priest of Bane," and crushed this letter into their fists out of rage and ire. Should that be you, you probably wouldn't have even gotten this far, so there's no need for me to explain myself further.
If you wish to uphold your reputation as defenders of Sanctuary, know that the followers of Bane offer something no other faith can provide - the righteous mailed fist of the Black Hand.
In service to the Black Hand,
The Imperator