The Pumplar takes the Helm

[Little__Lady 339]

[!] A letter is sent around.
 

Notice to the Halflings of the Warren, Our Friends, and Strangers

 

In these uncertain days, with our Sheriff missing and our Thain presumed dead, it falls to me — not by desire, but by necessity — to step forward and guide our people until proper leadership can be chosen. I will not take the title of Thain. I remain what I have always been: Pumplar, servant of Knox of the Golden Wheat Fields and watcher beneath the gaze of Arugala of the Deep. Yet until such time as we hold a proper election, I will act as the temporary steward of our community.

 

To my fellow halflings: I will not rule over you. I will consult you in all matters that shape our future, and no decision of consequence will be made without your voices being heard. We will choose our next Thain together, and when that day comes, I will gladly step aside and return fully to my duties of faith and field. 

 

To our friends and neighbors beyond the Warren: should you seek the halflings for matters of alliance, negotiation, partnership, ransom, trade, or any other business, I ask that you come to me so that I may speak for our people with clarity and fairness.

 

If you cannot reach me directly, you are welcome to speak with any halfling you meet. Word has a way of finding its way home. Still, if you require names, Ruth, Cori, Beth, and Flint are all trusted voices through whom messages may be carried safely and swiftly.

 

And to any halfling wandering far from hearth and kin: Know this — the doors of the Warren are not closed to you. If you seek a proper home filled with warmth, food, drink, and the easy laughter of your own folk, you need only knock. As Pumplar, I say this with a full heart: you are my kin, and your return will be met with joy.

May Knox keep your fields golden, and may Arugala watch your steps and keep you from the depths.

 

With hope I soon retire,

— Primrose
 

[PotatoFan117 393]

MR hayrold reads the missive as he LOUDLY munches on some berries "bloody fok . . . . . I need more berries!" he exclaims, it seemed he had some other desires to know.

 

 

 

[carawithcookies 145]

Elsbeth would light a few candles to honor Knox while eating one of the few dozen cookies that was made in the previous evening.

[salamanderfantasy 1340]

"Just b'cause they can trust m' probly doesn't mean they should." Ruth Peregrin, pushing 150 years old, purveyour of pipeweed gummies, currently sitting on a lounge chair watching construction work of the Warren 2: Hobbit Bogaloo.