Faerinn Mayoral Campaign Event Logs

Flirtations with Faerinn, Charlatos the 2nd, Frith's Inn

Faerinn recites:

   You've probably seen me around town, I have a very striking appearance, but you might not know who I am. That's because I m mostly kept my head down as a civil servant these last few decades as a former militia member and later as a municipal counsel to the Mayor's office since the Walkar Administration.

Lylia nods appreciatively.

Faerinn recites:

   While I am ashamed I was not able to protect him from being framed for murder

    I am the only person who was in that court room Grishom Stone has not been able to buy off or corrupt. So that has to be worth something right?

Speaking to Faerinn, Nehor adds, "The only one who has stood up for the people from the Landing when it counts."

Juspera is admiring Faerinn.

Lylia shifts her eyes to Nehor.

Shinann says, "I am not sure who was in that courtroom. That was before I was living here."

Lylia nods in agreement at Shinann.

You say, "I first got to know him on Mist Harbor, during the trouble there with the..."

You give a sidelong glance at Nehor.

Nehor coughs.

Shinann looks thoughtfully at you.

You say, "...political upheaval..."

Naamit's eyes narrow to mere slits as she croons a discordant tune between pursed lips.

Lylia nods to you.

Faerinn recites:

   "I have actually won in a court by the way. Mostly as a civil counsel in the Empire restoring individual rights after Chaston's Edict was lifted in the Empire."

You say, "And thought that he made investigations and discoveries at a time that truly turned the tides toward justice."

Guarrin raises an eyebrow.

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "Much of it was from your advocacy. Some of it from your fists in Clerkus' overlarge teeth."

You flash a quick grin at Faerinn.

Faerinn recites:

   "Wehnimer's Landing is the promise of independence. A place where anyone from any walk of life can just exist without the permission of someone higher born to do so. 

    Despite these differences, we are a community that has always been able to come together and raise each other up under constant threat of eldritch annihilation."

Faerinn grins at you.

Juspera nods vigorously!

Naamit removes an ebon-handled lavender teacup from in her lambswool cloak.

Naamit takes a drink from her lavender teacup.