I Syrila, as a friend of your majesty Heibe Irongut wish to take care of the nation during your retirement. I can see many new routes of trade coming forth. I hereby throw all bias out the window, and hope to see new land flourish under the name of Syrila. A new dawn comes with the rising of the previous resting sun. I will shine brighter and lead all races towards a new day. A new life. A new hope.
I will fight to protect it with my blade and my wit, keeping each day new and fresh to start over. Keeping each day like the last but with more to each sense. The smell of the nation will be sweet with the life of others. The taste of the nation will overload your mind as you try something new everyday, Your sight will overload as well, the sight of people working together towards one goal. you will hear the sounds of traders making their biggest deals, people singing and cheering. People proud to be a citizen. finally, all that you will touch will have a connected past. All that you have touched and been touched by in Holm will remind you "You are always welcomed back."
If I was given this role of leader of the The Archipelago Of Holm, I would defend it to my last breath. I would die before I let the image that his majesty King Heibe Irongut had set forth for die. This land would become thriving, and as a friend, an ally. I will not let this nation die.