[Left at the League of White Office.]

[Vegan_Snickerdoodles]

[Akna would enter the office, even as talk spreads through the streets of a war council, and of a mission South. She delivers to the party leadership two sealed letters, sharing briefly a few soft words. She would then depart.]

[Vegan_Snickerdoodles]

     

        To my friends of White, if this letter has been made available, it means I have gotten myself killed in the war to the South. I am sorry to have done such a foolish thing to you during elections, but the truth most of us know is I was never a great politician. I thought maybe I was better suited giving my magics in battle than my voice to governance. There is time yet to field another candidate, and sufficient signatures remaining in the League to qualify them.

        I believe that Miro has for these things a better sense than I did, and she could field a campaign fresh from my blunders and electoral baggage, or help with any other who will put forward their name. She is new to the Well, but so too will be the competition in Gold. She is voiced, and can use it. New faces, for a new day- let it be so.

        Thank you all for giving me a chance. I am sorry that I did not do better with it.


    -Akna