An Open Letter to Dragons

Date: 10/10/2013 at 03:00
From: Aktillum Rousseau
To : Everyone
Subj: An Open Letter to Dragons

To the Greater Dragons of Sapience,

We need to talk about the 500lb elephant in the room. However much you bury your head in the sand, this issue is not going to go away. It cannot be ignored or forgotten about. However much you want to pretend it isn't happening, it is. And this issue needs to be addressed as soon as possible, if not immediately.

I won't beat about the bush, I won't waffle on and on and not get straight to the point. I will immediately get straight to the heart of the issue, bite through the meat and bone and gnaw on the marrow of the salient points that I wish to address, discuss and find some kind of resolution to.

Recently I've seen many of my fellow kin resorting to selling their organs over the Market channel. Perhaps they need money for a gleam addiction, or booze, or paying back loans to the Theran mafia. Whatever the case, this needs to stop. We're better than that.

I had a gleam addiction once, or twice. Maybe even thrice. I've stood at Dragonspire Mount, eating stacks of ginseng root and begging anyone within earshot for just one, tiny crumb of the devil's powder. I even danced every Aeguary and Glacian at the Ram's Horn in Cyrene, juggling and cartwheeling across the stage in the nude to the delight of clown fetishists who threw coins and pies at me. But I never, ever resorted to harvesting and trading my own organs for a quick sovereign.

I'm begging all piercers of the Veil to end this practice. Your teeth, claws, lungs and sacs may be worth thousands of sovereigns, but they aren't worth your pride.

-Aktillum Rousseau, a Blue dragon

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Ero, in the year 637 AF.