[The parchments were written up in drow and tacked up on the board in the eastern outskirts and all of the districts in the sewers (excepting the government) and are mostly in unlit areas, plainly written, and proselyting by nature. Distributed by a woman in light slate gray armor, the first wave of leaflets show up.]
There is no need to hide anymore. The sacrifices? The toil? Your willingness to die for a goddess that does not appreciate your dedication?
No longer needed.
You're right, this world isn't easy but it does not need to be harder. You're no longer in the Underdark. You do not need to adhere to that elg'caress any longer.
There is plenty of us that will accept you for your brief moment of kindness that others would damn you for as "weakness".
I would be heartbroken to see you go. You can be loved if you take my hand and follow us out of the Demonweb pits and into the Great Light.
I expect to see you soon, Vlaa'dra.
