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Deep within the underground city, a missive is posted upon the notice board, the parchment smelling of fresh ichor.
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It is not often that I delve into political dealings, but as of late, I have found a certain . . Amusement in what I have seen. This Cabal, these so-called Dons of the Undercity. How desperate they are to speak out against the government, to spread the word and incite a change. All this talk about oppression. And yet, what have they done? They call their little meetings, and discuss changes they wish to impose below. I have even heard word that one of their Dons has been collecting dues from the denizens, with very little offered in return. Most would call this governing, I believe. But, who am I to speak out of turn? After all, their leader strikes fear into my heart - How he hides behind a wall when accepting a duel, and still manages to lose. Isn't it ironic? |
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