A letter is sent to Moritach, the Stalamies, Cecil, Waylon, Sheppard, and Charlie Peace.

Mate,

I'll buy a beer for whoever votes for my poem, 'Private Sten' - the one by KM. I want to rub shit in that bastard's face before I kill him, and winning's a sure way to see that happen.

If I'm feeling generous, I'll introduce those who voted for me to some good duergar whores next time we're all in Mulutakt.

KHALDAR