Dear Urist McGuardCaptain,
Clearly, there has been a breakdown in communications somewhere. When I appointed you to this position, it was with the expectation that you would help to keep our citizenry safe. You know, locking up murderers, that sort of thing. However, since your appointment the only law that you have enforced has been the Mayor's new ban on exporting bracelets, and your method of enforcement has been to soundly beat those responsible for breaking the ban.
This would not be so bad were it not for your refusal to set down your Adamantine Battleaxe, even after being told repeatedly to do so. I understand that you like your shinies, but honestly, there's a limit as to what is considered acceptable behavior, and I'm sure that the five petty smugglers now lying dead in the meeting hall would agree that earning yourself a nickname by hacking them to pieces was in rather poor taste.
I understand that it's not really your fault; you were simply following orders from the Mayor, and never mind that the offending parties committed their crimes before the law was passed and you were appointed. Rest assured, your recent demotion was only the first part of a long-needed house cleaning, and you will still find a position in the Cavern Patrol since you seem unwilling or unable to drop that damned axe already. There won't be much company, but I assure you, the pay is good. On an unrelated note, since you are not married, who do you consider to be your next of kin?
Good luck with that Forgotten Beast,
Thy Overlord