Elryn.

It is no more nor less than your opinion that a Changeling's fleshy-form
may interfere with the higher mental processes, yet based on this shaky
foundation, you choose to write yet another piece of turgid propaganda,
as insolent as it is ignorant. Inevitably, I am drawn to make certain
inferences about you:

- You are not a changeling yet you pretend to speak knowledgeably of
their innermost instincts. I conclude that you are arrogant and brash.

- You are of the opinion that the physical form dictates to the mind. I
conclude that you speak from your own experience - that you are little
more than animal yourself, dominated by atavistic inclinations: a
burning desire to mate, to eat, to drink, to foul the earth with your
faeces, and to live among the sordid arboreal growths of the north.

Further, with shameless disregard for anything approximating actual
fact, you have made the corrollary that "The Elfen peoples, closest to
the Forests and the Fae, have become tolerated and even welcome in the
City of Taint". This strikes me as a doubly interesting observation:

Firstly, because it is demonstrably untrue. I conclude that you are an
idiot.

Secondly, because if the Elfen and Faeling races -had- been turning to
the Engine of Transformation for the succour which the rude crassness of
the forest cannot supply, then would this not be a propaganda coup
against yourself? You argue.. feebly, that meagre flesh is a sufficient
shield against the ameliorating power of Taint on the mind, and that the
imaginary Elfen who control the government of Magnagora might bring it
"closer and closer to that which it once fought so hard". As if any who
have known the wonders of the Blessing would give it up for your feral,
imbecilic brethren. Perhaps, Faeling, you spend too much time in the
dreamworld, for it seems that your sense of reality has been greatly
distorted, and you live among vague dreams and the shadows of
impossibility.

Either way, I wonder that I condescend to answer your idiocy. All your
arguments lie broken, or else so flawed that they do not require a
rebuttal. I shall not bother to answer you again... it is the
prerogative of any half-wit to waste their ill-gotten gold exposing
their foolishness to any who care to witness it. I find you condemn
yourself satisfactorily without my help.

Archmage Aiakon d'Murani
Steward and Count of Magnagora

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Tzarin, in the year 141 CE.