This simple letter is written in a steady hand. The penmanship is unremarkable at best, though easily readable.
To any who stay a night at the Beacon, you'll say that Lower should be a paradise of freedom. You ask who will aid you in driving out the tools of Upper Oppression.
Yet it is no paradise.
If you choose to sit and speak with me, I will hear what you believe could be done in the interest of the few who still remain here. Perhaps together we can build your paradise, one step at a time.
I understand that order can be perceived as oppression by those who know it to be nothing but the touch of the slaver's scourge. But there is another way.
Write to me at the Stand.
Travancore