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A Public Letter from Wyrmia
(Aged 376, Monk of Sheng and Quite Right About Everything)

I, Wyrmia, do hereby extend a most measured commendation to Her Radiance, Queen Calanthe, for the ambitious expansion of Caethir. The city, I concede, possesses a certain charm, yes, charm, though one must not be blinded by pretty facades while tripping over poorly lit roads and questionably assembled infrastructure.

Indeed, the surrounding districts languish in a state most unbecoming: dimly illuminated paths, roads that seem to have been designed by distracted apprentices, and, most scandalously, intermittent obstructions along the passage to the Northern Frost. One wonders: are the engineers asleep, or merely decorative?

Furthermore, I insist upon the immediate improvement of accessibility on the right side of the realm. A kingdom cannot thrive when half of it appears to have been forgotten mid-thought.

Now, on a more delicate (and admittedly more refined) note, I must recommend a manicure establishment located on Seventeenth Street of Thornes. An unexpectedly competent place. They cater to all forms of extremities, including claws (a detail I personally verified). My rating stands at a respectable 9 out of 10, were it not for the rather peculiar atmosphere of the surrounding street, which whispers of dubious dealings. Rumors persist of a certain “Violet Veil” being traded nearby. I shall not elaborate. I am old, not foolish.

Caethir, in its current state, demands an expansion not merely of its walls, but of its administrative reach. Even a queen as luminous as Calanthe cannot single-handedly uphold order if her officials continue to behave like ornamental statues.

And yet—and yet!!—despite my entirely justified criticisms, I extend an invitation to neighboring realms:

 Observe Caethir. There is much to be learned here, if only as a cautionary tale with excellent catering.

For I must admit,the Grand Gala Ball was exquisite. The ambiance, divine. The cuisine? Worthy of reverence.

Do better. But also, well done.

With unwavering scrutiny,

Wyrmia

Monk of Sheng, Witness of Centuries, Reluctantly Impressed

[Milly]

Soon afterwards, a public reply penned by none other than Caethir's own steward finds itself passed onwards: