To Trench's newer Sleepers,
Most especially those who are strong in their compassion ḟ̶̮õ̴̙r̷͍̆ ̸̲̐t̷̞̊h̵͚͆i̸̳͊s̶̠͘ ̸̥̿s̶̢̑ǘ̷͔f̶̥͆f̵̬͘ȩ̶̄r̷͔̓i̶̻̓ṋ̷̆ġ̷̜ ̴̤́ẁ̶̻o̵̗̍r̵͕͐l̵̯̊d̸̫̅,
The great Beast known as the B̴̨̝̘̽ư̶̦͙̳̻̽g̸̥̹̹̯̑g̶̳̺̞͚̒̒ȩ̴̩̀ cannot be healed without imperiling this year's harvest and threatening the city w̷̳͍̫̄í̵̬̹t̸̡̥̺̽̚ẖ̷̦͈̌̌́ ̶͔͇̈́̕ͅś̸͕̙̳̃t̶̤͇́͆a̷̧͙̼͛ṟ̴̡̀͊v̷̛̯̖͂a̷͙͑͗͑ṯ̷̗̒̇ì̴͓̗͗o̷̟͆̈́͝n̸̥̣͠ over the winter to come. You may have witnessed already that attempting to help it rouses the ire of farmers and Hunters both.
I do not write this to dissuade you from acting on your consciences. Those of you who seek to protect and heal Beasts rather than kill them out of hand act commendably.
B̶u̶t̵ ̸i̴t̵ ̴i̶s̸ ̴i̸m̴p̴o̸r̵t̸a̷n̷t̵ ̴t̷o̶ ̸u̷n̷d̶e̶r̸s̷t̷a̶n̷d̵ ̴t̵h̸e̴ ̸f̶u̸l̷l̷ ̴c̷o̵n̶s̵e̶q̴u̸e̸n̵c̷e̸s̴ ̵o̸f̴ ̵y̸o̶u̸r̸ ̵c̶h̵o̶i̶c̶e̴s̷.̵
Those who wish further information on the necessary rituals of the Blood Moon--or to argue the morality of killing or sparing the Beast--might respond to this with inquiries or invective.
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