in times of yore, ere the first leaf of the duck pond turned to gold, a noble soul ventured forth, unannounced, into the realm of politick. it was in these pre-introductory statements of intent that they sought not to deceive but to renew the spirits of all folk with words of unity and purpose. their mission, veiled not in shadow but in the light of hope, whispered of a future where discourse flows as freely and gently as the waters of the anduin, untainted by the murky depths of deceit.