Yuln frowns deeply when she is involved in the discussion, she raises her chin and speaks up. It seems the time has come for my resignation, for I am no longer desired. The spiteful fight of two men who both seem to be blinded by their own ideals and power has driven me out. Maruthir, the two of you and the rest of the populus may decide who that is aimed against. However it becomes apparent that the Maheral is unsuitable when he has to force others to obey him. A true Maheral is respected, like our beloved Dio Astore was. A true Maheral can advise and steer the council that way. A true Maheral does not need to reign like a king, like a tyrant, even if it is for good. But enough of that. I resign, not only from Tilruir’Leyun, but also from the position of Illerir, for that is a position I have held for nigh my entire life. I started my journey as city builder before any of the involved Mali had even set their sights upon the silver city. I constructed the walls and built the docks. That was my first gift to the city. My second gift to the city was a Lelien, my daugher. She can be counted among one of the greatest contributors to our city and tended to our library for years. My third gift to the city was, well, the city. Lin’Evaral, which would shape our architecture for years, even when I was not around. It was after this that I was stripped of my purity and cursed to be a creature of ice, which I never desired to be. I worked long and hard to be accepted again among the Mali’Aheral and never fully was. Though I was still Illerir’leyun and my next gift to the city was another city, which Kalenz’ overzealous followers lost us by riling up the Mali’Ame. My fifth gift to the city was the Citadel. My sixth gift to the city was Fi’Ceru which I regret creating. And now, in the process of making my seventh gift I resign and it lays unfinished. Van’ayla lliran kathiranehya She turns around, taking her leave from the assembled crowd.