he young man in the tabard of the Guild of Messages and Missives walked up to the tavern, seemingly intent on entering -- a little young for an ale at this hour, you might think... He stops by the door, though, setting down his sack, and pulls out a hammer and a few nails, as well as a single parchment from the sheaf of others like it spilling out of the sack. He scans the area next to the door, and pulls down a few of the older dispatches and handbills. Seeing more than a few broadsides with the mark of a wolf's paw at the bottom, he nervously tears them down, crumpling them and tossing them in the sack as if the paw itself were coming alive to pounce on him. Setting tack to parchment, he resumes his work, and after a few sharp raps, he tosses the hammer back into the sack. Hefting the bag over his shoulder, he moves on down the street, a crowd gathering around the signpost behind him...

On a parchment bearing the signature of the Canon and the seal of Veluna...

y brothers, Peace cannot survive unless it is nurtured. Much like a fragile orchid, it can never bloom into its full beauty without someone nourishing it. But that same orchid must also be shielded against those that would destroy it, or all work put into it would be for naught. We cannot shy from our obligations to not only promote Peace on Oerth, but to protect it as well. All those in the true service of Rao would prefer to choose words of Peace over weapons of war but, unfortunately, there are those who have closed their hearts to the words of Rao and may only learn his lessons from the ring of steel. For this reason, we must reluctantly take up arms in defense of Rao’s peace. ...

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