Once more, and sadly so soon, the King is Dead. Long Live the King!
By the great grace of our Lord Aagen,
who has granted us this tyrn of the sun, and in remembrance of our own blessed father, I, King Talarin of the Venks in my sixth tyrn upon Swiftarn do hereby order;
>New lumber camps to be built in lands shared with the Skrit
>Construction of a port across the Tarn from Avesten to access whatever tropical curios there lie