Turin gazes over his letters puzzled. The Emperor had announced his return mere hours after Turin had made his announcement, yet in that time he'd still received several condemnations and accusations of usurpation and lust for power.
"What was the point of this?" he asked aloud, "I've no chance of winning this election and may have even made a few enemies. Scribe, begin a new letter on official bureaucratic parchment, 'After my name and titles message reads I herby withdraw-"
"Do not close your heart to the Maddening," Illyria interrupted, "the prophet shall lead you clear to the other side."
Turin took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"Scribe discard that parchment and begin a new,"
