I am Noirin Waken, Lore master, and once of the Old kingdom of Old Shanatar.

I will be blunt. You gave up. You gave up trying to help this town through your position. A new mayor cannot be elected. Will you simply watch from the Side lines? Watching history pass to only record it? No. you should not. You should make History, not record it.

I don't expect a responce. but I will ask you, Why? Why did you give up? Tired of the bickering council? This town needs, no, -must- have a mayor. before this Town slides further into chaos, Throw you support behind one of the Current Councilmen to be Mayor, Frum or Wyric. I ask you, do not step aside and let events take its course, yes you are aging, but if a 200 year old dwarf can try to revent chaos, Can't you?

Noirin Waken,

My position as councilor ended when regular elections were not held. The council does not legally exist anymore. I have no wish for personal power, nor do I feel that any one of our current councilors has the support to make a good mayor. The city is going to have to solve things for itself, and a tired old scholar is not going to be its savior. I have found my own stability in the books of the library and the study of a route to safety. If you, scholar, feel that the world is slipping beyond your control then I invite you to join me in my studies. The library is a quiet place, and I assure you, history does not change.

-- Tyrell

While being a scholar myself, I know this is true, but sometimes, we must cry out to prevent past mistakes that have occured in history. Every night I pray for some divine Intervention to prevent any more killing. I tired of blood, tired of seeing it run in our streets. Blood is inscribed in Sanctuary's history, why is this? Why cannot people understand that this chaos can mean the end? You said you will devote your to finding the way, I find this honorable retirement. But when duty beholdens you to the people, I ask you, do something before our much vaunted freedom becomes limited. Yes, My hand is shaking, I have black ring under my eyes from staying up late, lamenting our future. I am pushing myself beyond all reasonable belief writing letters to people to prevent this chaos. I am afraid, afraid for Sanctuary, afraid for the people. Everytime I walk in lower, I feel like grieving. Is this what has humanity has become? I refuse to believe it. While some people write history, others make it. If you will not make your history, I will forge my own. In the end, we are only mortal, but at least I can die, when it becomes my time, with a smile knowing I did my absolute best.

Noirin Waken, Lore master, Once of the Mithril Kingdom, now a citizen of Sanctuary.