The first collateral damage of the Proclamation.

As the plague known as yourself ravages the lands of Salem, it frightens and displaces the poor locals whom are only trying to live their life in peace. In fact, your revolting presence has such a traumatic effect on them, that it drives them to a state of insanity, and without their minds they even turn on their great friends and protectors. Such is the poor fate of Sir. Bearington; I was well acquinted with the Bearington family, several times I have even visited their adobe for tea and discussions of intellectual matters. However, this morning I awoke to find Sir. Bearington in my camp, with froth in his mouth he was ravaging through my belongings. Confused, I tried to comminicate with my old friend, only be met with a frothing mouth and claws of fury. In order to defend my property and my life, I did what must be done, and put Sir. Bearington down.
This is your fault, filthy plebian scum of Salem. After I'm done breaking the news to Ma'dam Bearington, I am coming after you for vengeance. Jobtar vult!
This is your fault, filthy plebian scum of Salem. After I'm done breaking the news to Ma'dam Bearington, I am coming after you for vengeance. Jobtar vult!