Role

Chapter 2

For many years the Spire has been in war with those who live like savages in the wild. They
call themselves Outlanders, others call them treedwellers. Call them whatever you like, if
something look like shit and smells like it, it is probably shit. Hundreds of city guards have
died to these whoresons, and still their main camp stands untouched north of Arkham. This
must change. The tribunal must rally forth, and take the war to the Tree. It should be more
common than not that we control their fetish. We have the soldiers to win this war, but the
leadership and courage are missing.
The current Provost cares little for this war, and seldom does the Spire take initiative in this
war. This is a simple and wrong attitude to the problem, and it is not solving anything. Our
current policy is like the attitude of an old whore waiting for a customer to arrive while she is
Hamsah.