Greetings, Basin. This note has been a long time coming. I have died so
much in my life, been sent hurtling though the portal of fates back and
forth as though my life is some sort of little fuzzy children's toy. The
thread of my fate is not merely a bit stretched, it is frayed, and
likely held together in some parts by nothing more than spit and prayers
(I do both of those things quite a lot these days).

If this letter is stained with blood as you read it, then don't worry,
those spots of red are only my tears. You can only fix something so many
times before it just falls apart, and i'm afraid i'm beginning to loosen
up around the edges.
If, on the other hand, you find it laying in a puddle of blood, you can
safely assume it is mine, and you would be well off putting it back into
the puddle, as there will be a number of Serenwilders bathing in it and
they abolutely hate having their things stolen.

The maniac commune of Serenwilde is the primary point of discussion
here; that forest is nothing but a den of ravenous beasts and idiots too
blind to see reason even when it is tied to a boulder and hurled at them
by an angry Igasho. A degenerate mass of cripples unfit for this or any
plane, they, in their actions (Specifically those against the
Glomdoring) have shown a complete disregard for progress, knowledge, or
advancement of any kind. They do not even favor stagnation, no, they
would rather set themselves into a neverending downward spiral. The
lurching feeling of such a drop must excite their little minds to no
end.

I would like to see their dirty skin peeled from their bones and snapped
up by Kethuru himself. I would like to see each and every one of those
sickening monsters torn limb from limb by the cruelest demons of Nil.
Even then they would not know the pain they have caused me... I want to
see one of them have their very soul burned away for every square
centimeter of scar tissue on my body.

It is on that note that I urge every man, women, and child of this land
to spit upon and curse these sick creatures, and have them put down like
the beasts they are. As an incentive to my plea, any person who brings
me the corpse of a Serenwilder, Serenwilde Guard, or Fae, will be
granted a small monetary reward for each corpse.

F'ai Glomdoring,
Guido Flagg

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Klangiary, in the year 105 CE.