Dr. Sana Ylladi's Letter

[verriberri 164]

A letter would be posted outside the clinic in Haelun’or, as well as outside the doctor’s house, which seemed to be abandoned and stripped of the little furniture she had placed in there. 

 

The letter reads: 

 

 

 

“To whomever it may concern,

 

   I am leaving Haelun’or. I will no longer work nor live in the city, and I do not plan on returning any time soon. My reason being simply: I despise it. I have and always will despise this treacherous city until the day I die. Initially, during my very first visit to the city, I had only been there to visit my partner, who we thought had begun to work there. We were quite clearly mistaken. I only came back to see if any injured were left from the attack of my first visit, and I accepted the job at the clinic simply because I was desperate. It was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up, and being perhaps the only person in a biased, hateful city willing to heal people no matter their race or background sounded like a good idea. Once again, I was mistaken. I should have taken my own mental health into consideration when deciding this, and in ignoring myself my stress has gone up more and more each second I spend in Haelun’or. It is a dreadful place and anyone who thinks the way you people do should be ashamed of themselves. I am moving out, and to a new city. I will be funding a new clinic in my new home. I will not state where I am moving to, for I fear if I do you people will come and ruin everything. I am happy in this city, happier than the living hellish nightmare Haelun’or will ever make me. And, a message to Dimaethor specifically; You, of all people, are the worst. A nasty, disgusting excuse for a man. Because of you I am paranoid to be with my partner in our own home (that I have owned the entire time I ‘“lived” in Haelun’or), in private. I fear for my own life inside the city, because I’m sure you would gladly hang me by the neck after discovering my true thoughts. Or thrown me in the pit. Horrible, horrible man leading horrible, horrible people, in a horrible, horrible city. I hope no one else has the displeasure of meeting you, Dimaethor, because being thrown in acid is a better alternative. The people who reside in Haelun’or are nothing short of brainwashed, egotistical, gullible cowards who’s only personality is a hatred for anyone different and how pure you can be. The mere word “pure” leaves a bad taste in my mouth, and the city of Haelun’or makes me ashamed to be a Mali’Aheral. I’m glad the city is hard to find, so people are less likely to have suffered the horrible culture and ways of the ‘Aheral, if it can even be called that. Do not contact me, do not try to seek me out. I will not answer any form of contact after this, and I am well protected in my home. The only regret I have in leaving this dreadful place is the fact that it will have one less doctor to care for the injured: but Mister Faelil seems capable enough. If he’s not, then you’ll find someone to take my place. I will never return to Haelun’or, and if you have any qualms with the matter, I would advise you to simply push them far back in your mind.

       Sincerely, Dr. Sana Ylladi”

[Ankan 2875]

“I am used to more flattering texts, but I suppose, what could one expect from an impure? Maybe the fear will open her heart to the loving philosophy which is; maehr’sae hiylun’ehya, one day.” Maheral Dimaethor Visaj remarks after encountering the text.

[DahStalker 3692]

“Hardly a loss. This woman must've had horrible medical training... was incompetent and never around. When she was around she had no idea

what she was doing."

[Macboys03 4]

Milamber Kelonn would be doing his rounds, his shield hanging by his forearm and his sword belted to his waist. He would turn the corner, his armour clinking as he moved, and notice a note on the far door.

 

He walked over to the door, his hand resting on the pommel of the sword, and would read the note. He grunted in disgust and muttered ”Impure” and drew his sword and slashed at the corner of it, leaving it hanging by its side. He then walked off, his stride stiff and rigid with his armour clinking all the way, and continued on his rounds.