Liadrin's Plea

No! I cannot allow such injustice to persist!

<class>, we must not silently endure this affront to our people. The nobles indulge in opulent feasts, savoring lavish meats and exotic fruits, while the common folk languish, starving and withering away on the streets.

I am confined within the chapel, unable to confront Lord Astalor myself, but I implore you. Take this letter to that despot Astalor. I harbor doubts that it will sway his heart, but he must be made aware of the sentiments burning within me.

Why did my guards let you in here?

<Astalor Sunsworn opens the letter, casually skimming its contents before breaking into a derisive laugh.>

I should have you flayed by my guards for daring to believe you could waltz into my residence and insult me. However, I find myself in need of a messenger. Deliver my response to this... Liadrin, whoever she is. This task is beneath the dignity of any of my guards.