*sealed with a sticky, moss-like substance, patterned with a charicaturesque smiling face, this letter is left in the office of the herald with no real instructions whatsoever*

To Sanctuary Leaders

From Zhaal

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Greetings from the wilds! I am Zhaal Rollingcub, Zhaal of the Plains, a newcomer to your region and devout Balancekeeper in the service of Nobanion. I am quite fond of the people in your settlement with the rare exception, and I have decided to write to you in regards to a proposition I wish to discuss.

My requests are simple and few: Less favourable prices for your meat merchants and sanctions to limit your hunting of wild beasts. I understand that your people must be fed, but irrepairable damage is being done to the circle of life in the surrounding wilderness. To ignore the issue is a nearsighted view that I'm sure none of you folk are willing to adopt, so I am more than willing to work with you to offer alternatives. I have ideas for how to address your food shortage while leaving the wild creatures to the wilds and the natural world in its natural order.

If you would be so kind as to meet with me, any or all of you, I will be able to provide you with a rough outline of my ideas and we can hopefully come to some sort of agreement. I will take mail at the Helmite Shrine, since it's easier than going down the staircase when I pass through the area.

Love,

Zhaal of the Plains