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Following the escape of the fugitive from the depths of the Dreadwoods, it would appear that the bustling presses of Promethia have chosen to double down in their work to spread the truth of the matter. Offering a press release, the Major-Domo and Chief of R&D of the city had this to say.

Citizens of Esshar, hear me now. I was forged of order, and have always found personal pride in my attunement to law. I have never lied in my eighteen years of activation, for lying is quirk of organics. Yet, I have witnessed many lies in my time. The evidence of this fugitive's wrongdoings going beyond mere betrayal, no, her efforts impress even me with their corruption. It is time to set the record straight on the woman known as Marie Pelleaux.

Accompanying this treatise would follow what appeared to be a letter from several years past, dated and signed by the woman in question. There is no evidence of forgery, it is clear the article is the real deal.

Marie Pelleaux, bastard daughter of Ulysses ven Pelleaux and Artemisia pyr Docro, has committed more crimes in more separate nations than any of noble blood before her. She has paid twenty thousand coin to study the Riftmancy notes of Ryker pyr Docro, her personal pen is a totem forged of fleshcrafting with fairy wings and Nyctorre. Worse, the corpse of Mehr cos Gardios was used for her fellcraft and practice, as told by her former best friend Guo Okabe. She plans to start a coup in Osrona to replace the Pelleaux monarch with her own line, and upon her person possesses the notes to the ascendance of lichdom and demonic evolution. On my word as a law magi, may my authority be stricken away if anything I have composed here is a lie.

It would seem the first free synthetic of Promethia had put his own name on the line to back up these claims, willing to have any contract he forged be null if he spoke a word of untruth.

Yet, Galamea and Osrona turn a blind eye to her crimes, for she is an asset. Our nations will never be allies, never be friends, but it is a machine's courtesy that I offer you this knowledge, that you might at least prove respectable foes. Clean up your messes, or remain hypocrites in the coming age.