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Passencore
Legend
[A series of posters are hung up around the landing, written in fanciful and careful hand. They remain unsigned and functionally anonymous.]
There is, as of late, a great proliferation of candidates here and there revealing themselves. Sprung up like so much mildew after rain! And equally as musty as such fungi are their promises, and so very hollow. When one talks beautifully of rebuilding slums and rendering aid to the poor, defensive armament and filling empty stomachs… the casual observer is perhaps inclined to cast a vote for them. I am no such casual observer, however, and therefore must pose a question or two:
Where is your illustrious track-record? What proof have you that you will deliver on such promises? After all, there is nothing to stop you at present from rendering aid to the poor. The recent efforts of a certain Isabelle Belmont prove there is capacity for charity without being in a position of power over others. Why should you receive a single vote, when your charity is even on its face being used as nothing more than a bargaining-chip, a tantamount to a bold-faced lie, an empty bribe for power?
Thus it is my intent, and I advocate for those of a like mind to do so as well, that I ring out a call for Isabelle Belmont to run. For it may be said that her generosity in feeding the poor is freely on the recent record, and her track-record proven, unlike many of those others running for Council of Storm’s Landing.
There is, as of late, a great proliferation of candidates here and there revealing themselves. Sprung up like so much mildew after rain! And equally as musty as such fungi are their promises, and so very hollow. When one talks beautifully of rebuilding slums and rendering aid to the poor, defensive armament and filling empty stomachs… the casual observer is perhaps inclined to cast a vote for them. I am no such casual observer, however, and therefore must pose a question or two:
Where is your illustrious track-record? What proof have you that you will deliver on such promises? After all, there is nothing to stop you at present from rendering aid to the poor. The recent efforts of a certain Isabelle Belmont prove there is capacity for charity without being in a position of power over others. Why should you receive a single vote, when your charity is even on its face being used as nothing more than a bargaining-chip, a tantamount to a bold-faced lie, an empty bribe for power?
Thus it is my intent, and I advocate for those of a like mind to do so as well, that I ring out a call for Isabelle Belmont to run. For it may be said that her generosity in feeding the poor is freely on the recent record, and her track-record proven, unlike many of those others running for Council of Storm’s Landing.