Scribe Timothy Eokan,

Hello. How pleasant to hear from yet another fan of my words and believer in my me. I know it must be difficult to stay abreast of the outside world when information trickles in through the half dozen people who live in your city and your days are full of beatings, whippings, and whatever else your employer-slaver enjoys. But I always make time for my most dedicated admirers.

I have spent some time considering your thoughtful suggestions. While your slogan is not bad per se, it lacks the certain folksy charm that I am aiming for. It is tempting to lift some of that wording for my own uses, but as I am unwilling to change my name to Parenae, I must settle for the assonant aspirations of my H's.

I fully encourage you to break into the Annex and vote for me. It warms my heart to receive tidings from the world over wishing me luck in the contest, from the soaring heights of Cyrene to the aged and well-trodden streets of Ashtan, from my own backyard in the Progressive Sundered Crown all the way to your rock. Strangely, no words of support have reached me from the Annex itself, but I am sure I remain just as strong a crowd favourite there, and your illicit but well-intentioned vote could be the pebble that starts a landslide victory.

I do hope you get that oil shipment soon. If you find yourself in dire need of oils, I have a reserved vat of rendered horse lard I could be convinced to share. After you have voted for me, of course.

And remember. Health. Happiness. Heart. Harenae.

I remain,
Your Pinnacle of Commonness,
Art,

Harenae Uraian-gattar

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Chronos, in the year 873 AF.