We checked our war chest, blinded by our recent riches. These spoils were not won in a raid. No, they came from sheer generosity.
Vanitas‑V has gifted us the greatest single donation in our nation’s history!

Our paths crossed many times, and I will dearly miss you. I still remember how excited I was when you first arrived from Gambia. You strengthened us not only with your resources, but with your sharp strategic mind and just the right touch of paranoia.
It was an honor to govern and conspire alongside you, mate.
Your return for one final farewell was a gift we never expected, but one we will always remember.
Thank you for everything. You will be missed.
From this day forward, we shall fly your flag on every raid.
Long live Vanitas‑V.
(He might say a few words, but leave him alone)