[Scattered parchment begin to appear throughout Vallaki's streets. Written in common, with a precise and feminine script.]
Can you hear the screaming? Feel the agony pulsing through the air?
A world laboring and straining under the weight of stagnation and disease. The faces change, but the regimes, grudges and ideals remain the same. Rats climbing upon the back of rats, while we struggle to survive on their mercy.
Change. Nothing can change in this world without a catalyst to drive the Wheel. Change can only be wrought when the hand weilding the chisel carves without trepidation. We are shrouded in darkness, we must strike the world blindly to shift its course.
My hand does not quiver. I do not hesitate. Leave me the name and description of those you wish removed, and I will change this world.