*fean finally decides to go out of the manor, after the renovation works that were done there. It's true that the llamas have wrecked the whole place. While checking the mail, fean notices the journalists group packed before the gates of the Baron Von Mortekaï domain.*

- "Errrrr, what day are we today?", asks fean to them.

- "Well the 28th of April, we've heard about a llama invasion about two weeks ago, and then nothing. What happened?"

*Two weeks. Two weeks that fean and the residents of the Manor were busy cleaning, moving everything the llamas had torn and spoiled back in its place.*

- "Oops".

*Where to start? So much had happened... fean gave them all a gnomocopy of the last Saouline speech*

Ridpefians,

We have lived difficult moments these last few days. What we were frightened about has happened : the llamas came back. This time, they infiltrated the heart of the manor by taking control over long forgotten halls, the dungeons. Their armies then surged in all the manor's rooms. I can see again the legions of gnarling llamas devouring the living room sofas, and breaking the vases in the stories library!

A ridpefian resistance immediately rose, under the command of feangren. Armed with improbable stuff, the brave RIdPEF members fought until their last breath against the llama invasion. In a gesture of hope, they even took the Backstage back from the llamas... But this wasn't enough to win the impossible. Hordes of llamas continued to emerge out of the dungeons, spitting and ruining the curtains. The Support section fell. The stories section fell. The one of the Challenges crumbled. And finally the Llama from Hell conquished again the Backstage.

The llamas were winning the military battle. The manor was collapsing.

There was only one means to calm their llamaesque rage down...

I've decided, me, Saouline Yselkïn, to be sacrificed so that the Llama King and his troops leave the manor.

So this is my last speech I'm speaking right now in front of you.

I've been wandering in this building for a few years. Contrary to some of you, I haven't seen the first structures of the manor, so I wouldn't go as far as qualifying me "ancient"... But I can still pretend to have lived quite a few things here. Several generations of essplorers have succeeded before me. I've participated to the discovery of new regions, and even sometimes to discoveries of new continents buried under the foundations of Azeroth! We have searched new points of views. We have gone across the horizon!

And I've continued to see all these events, but less and less to live them. To be perfectly honest with you, I'm tired. My beard was already greyish when I arrived at the manor ; now it's fully white. I don't really explore anymore, except for the alcohols of the cellar of my dear von Mortekaï (I advise the kirsch). In a nutshell : I'm old ; too old to handle correctly the leadership of the manor.

Don't cry when I'm gone. You're only losing a drunkard that didn't deserve his place anymore. Actually, I'm only transferring power a little brutally.

Yes, there is going to be a new heir. As well as I haven't created the RIdPEF, it won't stop with me. I'm getting sacrificed today to tear the manor out of the llamas grasp, because I think we're not at the end of its story. Essploration must go on! And if not with me, it will be with someone else!

Name this person will be my last order ; and it on't be the silliest of my decisions.

I could have organised new elections. I have thought a lot about it, honestly. But when I turned back on the recent history of the manor, I've realised that elections were not required... And we know why. An essplorer among us prevails in this role. An essplorer which I've noticed for months for his involvment.

I'm letting go. feangren id officially the noew heir of the RIdPEF ! feangren, I'm giving you the manor's keys.

Well. I've already chatted too much ; it's high time I left. Serge Ist is waiting for me. I'm going to disappear, but my assistant Aléquia will remain here. If I may ask for a last thing... Do what I haven't been able to do in my time. Deliver the RIdPEF from the llamas. And discover the full development continent ; that would be pretty cool.

Never stop essploring!

Long live to feangren! Long live to the RIdPEF!

Saouline Yselkïn.

*The journalists can't believe their eyes, and ask what happened next.

The Llama King lies on the ground, pierced by fean's katana and Zhao's Kroll blade.

Next to him lies Saouline Yselkïn, former heir of the Manor Von Mortekaï, who sacrificed himself to end the war opposing the residents to the llamas.

Zhao and fean, crying, carry the body of Saouline, and bring him to the garden. They quickly dig a tomb, with shovels that happened to be around. Indeed, the residents of the manor, in their last fight, looking for any means, had fought with shovels to beat the infamous llamas (with more or less luck).

The essplorers attending the whole scene go back to the wrecked manor, take back wooden planks and assemble a coffin, in which Zhao and fean lay down Saouline. fean turns to the inhabitants of the manor, and starts to speak.

The RIdPEF...

This name, I know for a few years now. Like Saouline, I haven't seen the first days, nor the revival. However, before coming to settle here, I had already heard this name several times, thanks to Zhao and his fantastic gnomovideos. But it's by visiting an exhibition of Alequia's gnomographies that I've been conquered by the manor, settled here and met wonderful people.

I also have, like Saouline, participated to the discovery of the regions, and the renovation of old artefacts. As time goes by, I've had more and more responsabilities, and today, I' given the direction of the manor. It's for me an immense honour to have this seat, and to write a new page of the manor's history.

Long live to the RIdPEF !

Long live to myself! *err, what?*

*fean, helped by Zhao, puts the coffin in the hole they've dug. Helped by the members, the cover the tomb with dirt, and one of the mage essplorers invokes a tombstone, where it's written : "RIP Saouline Yselkïn, Heir of the Manor Von Mortekaï".*

My friends, we must clean up, the llamas have messed up everything...

*fean observes the essplorers, and then throws mops and brooms at them*

Here we go!

*The residents run to the manor, motivated to clean everything (at the same time, they don't really have a choice), and fean turns back to the tomb.*

Thank you Saouline.

*After a few seconds, fean also walks towards the manor to clean it up. Behind him, Zhao smiles and follows him.*

*Journalists, stunned, can't believe their eyes, and after a few minutes looking at them madly writing on their notebooks, fean leaves them at to their task. There's still much work to do...*