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Stanislav leans back at his fancy old desk chair, GREATLY satisfied. "An incredible honor to be recognized by the Lady Palatine," he remarked to a servant that graced him with his beloved coffee mug. "This crisis with the children must be remedied. Hopefully our Committee's solution will alleviate things." The servant politely nodded in an effort to be supportive.

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Letter to the Royal Duma: On the Children of Haense KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG ELDERVIK, IT IS PARAMOUNT TO RECOGNIZE THE CRISIS IMPACTING THE FUTURE OF HAENSE. With the next generation of children arising in our kingdom, we find many of them without active parental figures. With their parents abruptly and suddenly neglecting their responsibilities, it has become the moral obligation of the few remaining adults to care for, protect, and guide these children to the best of our ability. However, despite our best efforts, this system is miserably flawed, and we adults know that the empty space left behind by a parent can never be wholly filled. The responsibility of shaping the next generation should not fall onto the few that remain. I propose the Duma finds a solution post-haste - one that protects the children of Haense and displays a modicum of accountability for the dilemma at hand. IV JOVEO MAAN, The Right Honorable Lord Stanislav, Viscount-Consort of Zvezlund, Baron-Consort of Mondstadt, Boyar of the Aulic Council

Stanis' expression fell gradually as he read the pamphlet. He wondered what it was about himself that kept causing this misunderstanding -- the sass, most likely. ... though then again, maybe it was his love for the color pink. It was, admittedly, embarrassing; perhaps he should have taken the original queries about the matter more seriously. While the rumour may not have been true, he couldn't blame anyone for thinking it. Though he was also a little too stuck in his ways to bother changing. Suppose he'd have to simply be quieter at the upcoming Duma.

It would irk Stanislav for years to come, that the man did not die by his hand. He loathed the idea that Marus died thinking himself a good man. He died without ever being able to realize the truth; and the sickening nature of his actions toward Reza. Had Stanis only the opportunity...

Stanislav var Ruthern would, in a moment of daring - sign his name upon the contract; unwittingly adding it to the many names that came before him.

Stanislav var Ruthern puts his name forward for Alderman!

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While drifting across Aevos in one of his stoner journeys, Earnest would come across a duplicate of this parchment in the jungles of Balian. "... man, what the-" He clicked his tongue in aggravation. "These damn dense druii, hypocrites- all'a them," he grumbled, crumbling up the parchment. But, not wanting to be a litter-bug, the greying old elf simply stuffed it into his pocket. "Anyone with a shred'a smarts would know not ta learn from 'em, they'll all just leave you with a lott'a hurt in th' end." The ghostly black cat, that had followed him ever since his expulsion from the Eternal Forests, slinked its way out from behind a tree. If a man grumbles in the middle of a jungle, did it ever truly happen?, the figment of his imagination would hum, blue eyes looking to him in an annoyingly cheeky manner. Why do you bother talking to yourself? "I don't, 'm talkin' to you," Earnest retorted, carrying on his way. The sounds of his stomping on layers of dead leaves followed him as he went, the cat weaving its way through the trees behind him.

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A spectacled man passed by Norland sometime later, hearing of this tragic event. He lit a candle, pounding his fist to his chest before kissing two fingers, sending them upward as he looked to the sky. "R.I.P, brother."

"The Balianese people will sing your name, Johanna." Regina would mourn for her beloved niece, King Adrian's words of hope forever echoing in her ears.