*As Goruk approaches towards the stone podium, he cautiously stares around the surroundings, while stroking his beard, thinking to himself if what is bound to happen will be right for the kingdom. He then gets situated on the podium, stares at the small crowd of dwarves for a bit, and then begins to shout*
'ail me brethren. I 'Goruk Goldhand' 'ave to state shumeding very important, dat culd change de atmosphere of our kin. I'm calling a re-election of de position of king due to many reasons. I feel like de problems dat are put a front of our king, aren't being solved. I feel our council dat is currently established is duing a poor job of managing de city. I feel dat we need to establish a workable economy to insure income and an active workforce. I feel dat we shuld be involved in oders races affairs to establish trade, security, and etc. If de council approves of dis re-election, and I become king, I promise to our ancestors, our kin, and Yemekar, dat I will establish everyding dat I previously stated, and much more. I will keep prosperity and peace among our kin. So please, make de right choice, and establish a re-election. Dank ye and Yemekar blesses you all.
*After Goruk's speech, he raises his right eyebrow, awaiting for anyone to reply to his speech*