Rulers of Sanctuary,

I have learned that the Councillor Merrickson has perished, and that the Mausoleum here is now without a caretaker; I wish to take that position. I have spoken with one of the Council's number, and I will put the words I spoke to him to paper:

I cared for the dead of my tribe in the great sand sea, cleansing the departed of the odor of life and burying them away from the vultures. Now I am in Sanctuary and it has become my tribe, I wish to continue that work. Undeath is a slavery worse than any other, and slavery I cannot abide. Already it spreads across Lower, a new caretaker for the Mausoleum is needed to ensure it does not spread there aswell. The Mausoleum need a strong person to act as it's thorn-girdle, to keep the scorpions and snakes out in the night.

The fate of the dead is important, an appointment- whether myself or another, should be made before the delay of this new election. Doubtlessly you will wish to speak with me, I pass through the Last Stand on occasion, a letter there will reach my eyes.

Quaithe