Dear Jacob Geigne,

I, Grimwarden Robin Widirbrook, will run in the Alturiak council elections of this year, 1373. I am telling you this not as a self-directed panegyric, for it is well known at times self-effacing modesty comes as a hindrance, but because it is necessary and proper for the public record. Ergo, post mortum, ad hoc, de facto, should you wish to speak I would gladly accept.

Humbly yours, Grimwarden Robin Widirbrook

Jacob reads the message over several times. "Holy shit. Alright, this guy really knows his vocabulary." After reading the letter over again slowly, he jots a response.

Robin Wildirbrook,

I will be seeking you out soon for a brief interview. Thanks for making yourself known to us!

-J. Geigne The Sanctuary Times