These flyers are scattered around Lower Sanctuary by a young girl with red hair, whose plain cloak bears the drawing of the Sun.
Brothers and sisters,
Our blood claimed the Canal, and they took it by force.
Our blood cleared the streets of their guards and their Tigereyes, and now they try to take it again.
RESIST!
No man has the right to attack physically another man for any purpose other than self-defense. And we cannot attack the men of Upper, for at their beck and call there are the machines of the Spelltyrants, and the men of Azzam, the dictator.
But we must resist!
We call upon the Army of Filth. Whenever a man of Upper comes down here dressed in gold, to peddle his wares while men starve to death not a yard away, PELT THEM WITH ROTTEN FRUIT AND ROTHE DUNG.
Whenever a Watchman comes down here to enforce their law on our people, PELT THEM WITH ROTTEN FRUIT AND ROTHE DUNG.
Whenever they come down here to claim our business and meddle in the lives of our working men, who need no help from them, PELT THEM WITH ROTTEN FRUIT AND ROTHE DUNG.
Why?
Because of Ubel and Lysik, certainly. Because of Fred Bresley. But not only them. Because of what they represented, and what Lower still represents - only in misery can men realize that this is not our place.
Because they are hateful men, the men of Upper - men of no hope! Because each fruit shall be answered with a sword, and then we shall have every reason in the world to respond in kind.
Each Uppersman who makes his home and his business down here helps us forget that the Way lies only in the Surface. Do not let them take Lower. Our misery reminds us of who we are. Together, we shall strive and succeed, without having to sell ourselves out!
RESIST!