Dearest Achaeans

As consequence to a grave oversight on my part, four units of the
precious Irid Moss that is so dear to Achaea was brutally raped
and spirited away. The Oakstone Beaurocracy in their
vigilence caught me, however, and with an unbarablely
heavy conscience I quickly confessed my terrible deed. With
shame in my heart I announce my departure from The
Oakstone Beaurocracy, as I am a clear danger to the realm of
nature and have no place amongst the honourable and dedicated
protectors of that realm. It is with slumped shoulders and
downcast eyes that I accept the mantle of my shame and I
take up the burden of my consequences and the ruling of my
fair judges.

I, myself, call for the headsman's axe,
Augur Fetzer

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Ero, in the year 250 AF.