M Y R E S I G N A T I O N


My fellow villagers,

It is with my deepest regret that I must step down as Speaker. This past month has been interesting, but I've come to the decision that the rot has gone too deep and to cut it out would kill you entirely. Thank you for your kind words and support during my term.

However, there were a few beetles who were quite rude. The self-proclaimed 'cunning predator' stopped playing with his worm long enough to lead a group of hooligans in a failed assassination attempt during my coronation ceremony. One of the acolytes fashioned a shard of his thick skull to serve as the front plate of my crown. I thought it a fitting gesture.

It seems that I am not cut out to lead you as competently as I had hoped. While my term only lasted a month, I am comforted by the knowledge that mine is still not the shortest term in recent history.


[X] Speaker Grandue Xeh'ria, the Wilderking

[A stick figure has been drawn performing a crude act with a large oak tree]

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Aeguary, in the year 891 AF.