Are you not sick of the Bedine Usurper and his Whore ruling over you, Sanctuary's Elite Order of Mages, like a King? Are you not tired of the Watch having complete control over your budget? Are you not tired of playing lackey to what you know to be lesser minds? If you continue to cower like mewling children and women, nothing will change.

The seeds of revolution have been sown, the question is, who will help me finish my work?

I can be reached at Mur.

- Daracks

Officer Barkely hastily jumps out of his seat, puts a mint in his pocket and a mint in his mouth, and dashes through the gnomish door on his left. He miraculously finds the Sheriff available, and speaks with him at length.

The letter, of course, is left on his desk in plain view.

Agent Miller walks past, glances boredly at the letter with very little actual interest, then peers over his shoulder to make sure that his uncle is not watching and steals a mint.