The wounds of war still lie fresh on our bodies, in a sense more literal than metaphorical. Our people bleed and suffer for lack of divine healing, and there are many who say that the devil's-blood that powers much of our arcane healing is soon to run out, or even that it already has. To call on the devils of Hell to remedy this would be a fool's errand or a diabolist's. But there is another solution, far simpler, that may yet prove adequate.
I speak, of course, of the Hell-born Tieflings who walk among us. Under House Thrune their status was exalted far over pure-blooded humans, and none would have dared to ask them for such a sacrifice. But their Asmodeus-granted thrones have been rent asunder, and no man need fear their tyranny any longer. It is said that all men have a hundred thousand drops of blood within them, and the Tiefling is no exception. Let the blood of the Tiefling be spilt, and so let our wounds be healed!
Do not mistake me, of course, for one who calls for indiscriminate slaughter. My proposal is far more modest. Let a few drops of blood be let each month from every Tiefling in Cheliax, and it shall be more than adequate to power our healing. Let any Tiefling who refuses be executed as an enemy of the state — for what reason could a Hellspawn have to deny us its healing power, save that it has taken Hell as its master? Through their blood we shall be delivered from death into life.