'Radley Diamant, On the Savarian Lockdown'
My dear Savarians. I know this is on short notice. Do not think of this as my hatred towards all of you (as I only have hatred towards half of you) but rather as hatred towards a singular common source, an enemy.
Yes, we have an enemy in our midst, although they have yet to be identified. We are dealing with a thief, a scoundrel, a ruffian, and all other heinous words one can use to describe them.
Days go on and suns revolve, and our fair royal Savarians are becoming less and less. I fear I am the last one of us standing in Savare right now. Where they have gone, I do not know. Whether they are still with us on our world, I hope to say yes, but I have no clairvoyance on the matter. Our royal Savarians appear to be the only ones going missing, according to the scroll I found on the floor of the chamber of my royal Savarian census-keeper, as he was somehow unavailable to give it to me in person. Rudeness aside, I shall do everything in my might to keep myself safe from this force at hand. And then as a secondary mission, once I am assured safe, I shall find where these royal Savarians are and retrieve them from our enemy.
Our fair Fort Rose is strong enough to keep all of us safe for the time being. Fear not, as my royal Savarian security troop assured me of such before rudely disappearing as well. Whatever the case, I assure you that if you are of not royal Savarian blood, you have naught to fear; as I never notice you regardless, I have never noticed any of you being taken away either.
As for myself, I intend to scout out the lands of Savare to search for a safe place for myself, and even more importantly find this scoundrel and the rest of our Savarians. If you knock on my door in Fort Rose and find I am not there, fret not, for I have not been taken! I will be traversing the worlds spanning out from Sunstone Meadow on the search. My first destination shall be the safest and therefore most likely place to find a villain: Amber Drop. At the end of this speech, find me running, flailing off into the distance to the southwest.
So says King Radley Diamant. Adieu, fine citizens! Never dispair!