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Events of the 17th of Hematite, 1089.

"WHAT!?!?" screamed Captain Ironblood at his brother and BurnedToast.

"I said you haven't been re-elected as mayor." said BurnedToast worriedly.

The Captain was tugging on his beard.

"Well... who has been?!" he demanded.

"Lokum Pantlashed. Baron Lorn's daughter. You remember her?"

"Brother, I think we all know why this happened." ventured Kodor.

"We do?! I mean, I've been mingling, making friends, greasing palms, and such! I haven't missed a single party!"

"Yes, but that's not the kind of Mayor they're used to. I mean, you've barely done any killing at all recently."

"I get to keep my office though, right?" asked the Captain pointedly.

"I think we can manage that, yes. Although you can only keep the main one. The one upstairs is technically still the mayoral office."

"So... all I got to do, you say, to get re-elected next year, is to go on a murderous rampage?"

"Seems that way." said Kodor, nodding with a smile.

"That I can do." replied the Captain, grinning darkly.

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