"Still more active than the rest of Axios, defending it from the vile necrotics... Where's your contribution to the world?" asks a devout Westerlands Company man who fights to preserve the future greater good as he reads the pamphlet sitting in the local Tavern booth. "Who even is this writer? I don't believe anyone has even seen them before. It's like they don't exist? Fiction!" He then asks to a tavern goer at Death's End who also gives a shrug and spews, "No idea, must be another nobody necrotic. Honestly I am not sure why they even bother. The Company of the Westerlands has better conflicts to fight than some petty squabbles with those who defend degeneracy," the tavern goer states. "I hadn't even seen any assaults on the Westerlands or even raid parties during my stay here either. It's like they knew they couldn't breach the walls with their petty pitchforks." The Westerlands Company man-at-arms grunts as he tosses the horribly written weak show of propaganda into the hearth fire, "So nice of them to deliver more heating for our homes though. It's almost like they care for our stay out here in the cold even when we ignore them anyway."