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


Flirtations with Faerinn, Charlatos the 7th, Silvergate Inn

Soliere recites:

   "Would everyone please get settled in... we will soon begin takin' some questions fer our guest'a honor."

Soliere exclaims, "I be Soliere Firensia, yer feeble hostess!"

Soliere says, "I would like to introduce our guest of honor... Faerinn Greatsinger, "The Last Wolf of Talador," of House Brigatta. Faerinn is one of your candidates in the current mayoral race. He is of many skills and talents, and is a bard active on both sides of the Dragonspine."

Soliere smiles at Faerinn.

Gutstorm drunkenly says, "I wiked bardsh."

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "I love the spurs."

You see Faerinn Greatsinger the Muse. He appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Loenthra. He is of a towering height. He appears to be very young. He has curved, long-lashed sea green eyes, glossy claret full lips, and lightly tanned skin. He has long, curly honey blonde hair falling to his shoulders in gentle sienna-tipped waves. He has an angular, blonde stubble-covered face, a thin nose and a line of jagged-edged scars along his jawline. He has an inked snarling opossum hunched over a bloody scrap of meat on his wrist. He is in good shape. He is holding a cut crystal glass of Faendryl absinthe in his right hand. He is wearing some imflass-tipped looped cords clasped with an inverted golden hand, a forest green viper skin coat, an open-necked ivory shirt, a pair of jet leather pants laced high on the waist with silvery cords, a pair of gilt-accented electrum spurs, and some thigh-high onyx leather boots with spiked heels.

Faerinn grins at you.

Soliere says, "Faerinn be an accomplished painter an' songwriter, yet also serves as a soldier an' legal counsel... he serves as a municipal barrister in Wehnimer's Landin' an' advocate in Ta'Illistim."

Soliere recites:

   "Faerinn, as always, stands for elven rights.
    He hopes ta thwart further Imperial expansion of the Landin'."

Soliere recites:

   "Faerinn seeks to repair an' preserve public art...
    To revitalize tourism an' night life in town.
    He promises a colorful, brighter future!"

Soliere says, "Without further ado... I present to you: Faerinn Greatsinger! Would you please give a round of applause."

Soliere curtsies to Faerinn.

Soliere points at Faerinn.

Nehor applauds politely.

Gutstorm turns to Faerinn and cheers!

You grin at Faerinn.

You applaud Faerinn.

Akenna applauds Faerinn politely.

Meggiemae applauds.

Soliere applauds.

Alisette applauds politely.

Faerinn beams!

Akenna flashes a wide grin at Faerinn.

Vraimar applauds.

Isophenee applauds Faerinn.

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "Go ahead, gorgeous. Show them who you are."

Faerinn recites:

   "I would like to thank everyone for the opportunity to speak here and address y all. Also would like to thank the Silvergate Inn and their staff for having us here today."

Faerinn recites:

   "I m privileged today to come to as a Mayoral Candidate. Something I never imagined doing as a child as a Talador refugee."

Faerinn recites:

   "Wehnimer s Landing has never seen fit to litigate my very existence."

You say, "Poor Talador."

You touch one finger to your lips.

Lylia nods sympathetically at Faerinn.

Nehor turns an inquisitive ear toward Faerinn.

Faerinn recites:

   "That s why it s so painful to watch it s inhabitants be slowly cooked like frogs unaware they are in a pot. And the temperature is rising. Jovery is less and less interested in our autonomy by quietly giving Octaven jurisdiction here and a voice on the council."

Faerinn recites:

   "Something magical and wondrous will be irrevocably lost in, what for the empire, would just be another pot of gumbo"

Faerinn sighs.

Faerinn says, "Anyway enough out of just me, please, let's open the floor. I'd like to hear from y'all."

Soliere asks, "Now I imagine most'a ya has questions or comments ya'd like ta make... well woud ya please raise yer hand if ya does... so we might keep a queue please?"

Miste raises her hand.

Faerinn nods at Miste.

You raise your hand.

Speaking to Miste, Faerinn says, "Go ahead, please."

Faerinn smiles at Miste.

Soliere smiles.

Miste quietly asks, "Whenever three people gather... two will find a reason to pick on the third. People of all walks have always been thus. How do you propose to get so diverse a group to unite with one... vision?"

Faerinn ponders.

Faerinn takes a drink from his Faendryl absinthe.

Miste begins to twitch.

Miste chews on her fingernails.

Alisette takes a moment to observe Faerinn.

Miste touches her jet chaplet lightly as she ponders.

Faerinn says, "Part of that is an unwillingness to listen from the other parties involved."

Miste nods slowly.

Faerinn says, "But a spark of that is there."

Speaking quietly to herself, Miste murmurs, "...cognitive dissonance..."

Faerinn says, "You see it everytime this community rises against another eldritch threat or picks up the pieces afterwards."

Miste quietly mumbles, "...pieces.... peaces..."

Faerinn says, "So a big part of that will come from sitting down with all parties and coming to an agreement everyone hates."

Lylia flashes a quick grin at Faerinn.

Miste smirks.

Alisette appears to be struggling to keep a straight face.

Meggiemae chuckles.

Faerinn says, "But in all seriousness a key to that problem, is making sure everyone feels they are being heard there is a better chance of finally unravelling all of that."

Faerinn says, "But it will take time."

Faerinn says, "I hope that answers your question."

Lylia notes, "I have kept people unhappy for two years. It is how I know I do my job."

Lylia grins at Faerinn.

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

You say, "You're prescient."

Meggiemae smiles at Lylia.

Fimbrema begins chuckling at Lylia!

You say, "That touches upon my question."

Faerinn begins chuckling at Lylia!

Soliere grins at Lylia.

Miste quietly whispers aloud, "...sorcerer..."

Lylia raises her hand.

Tocsine smiles quietly to herself.

Vraimar raises his hand.

Faerinn nods to you.


Fimbrema begins chuckling at Faerinn!

Faerinn says, "I hear that's called a good compromise."

Alisette snickers.

Speaking quietly to Faerinn, Miste says, "Oooo, well said... if everyone is irritated, there's no one to pick on for being happy with the result."

Akenna flashes a wide grin.

Miste flashes a toothy grin.

Alisette giggles.

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

You nod at Miste.

Soliere flashes a wide grin.

You say, "That's what I heard, too."

Lylia nods knowingly.

You say, "Do you think that the community here has at times a dissonant view about the size and power of the Empire, or the Nations? It's like Lylia offered the other night, they think we can just keep throwing Roblar at them."

Miste clears her throat.

Lylia gazes admiringly at you.

Soliere looks thoughtfully at you.

Miste quietly confesses, "...but he's so... heavy..."

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "How do you think you can manage their expectations without getting a lot of people killed by their...um..."

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "Misguided morality."

Speaking to you, Faerinn says, "There is something to be said about that...."

Faerinn says, "I think that is exactly the reason that the tactics have changed in the last decade to political and legal moves and seizures."

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "Sure. I love watching Roblar work."

Miste blinks.

Miste quietly asks, "...seizures?"

Miste begins to twitch.

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "With that big...battle axe."

Faerinn says, "Rather than outright war, which seems to go very poorly. Unusually poorly for all parties involved."

Faerinn says, "Jantalar tried by force and lost an Empress and not one, but two magic rocks."

You say, "It goes especially poorly for the people who get a spear thrown in their hands and tossed to the press gangs."

Faerinn says, "But I intend to match their energy."

You gaze admiringly at Faerinn.

Soliere smiles at Faerinn.

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "You certainly shine."

Nehor idly says, "It's all so very violent and messy."

Nehor sighs.

Soliere nods slowly at Nehor.

Akenna glances sharply at Nehor.

Faerinn says, "If its a legal fight they want I've been ankle deep in frontier law and imperial law."

Miste quietly says, "Those who can take by force, will, until you prove they can't anymore, unfortunately."

Akenna clenches her jaw.

Speaking to Nehor, you say, "I wonder how well they notice that they aren't wearing Krolvin manacles, thanks to Lady Lylia, here."

Speaking to Nehor, you say, "A great deal more violent, I'd say."

Vraimar nods to you.

Alisette clears her throat.

Lylia smiles quietly to herself.

You smile at Faerinn.

Speaking to Faerinn, you ask, "I'd love to see your first foray as our Mayor Barrister. Or Barrister Mayor?"

Lylia says, "Marrister. Bayor."

You snicker at Lylia.

Gutstorm whistles at Lylia!

Soliere hoots at Lylia.

Alisette giggles.

Miste snickers at Lylia.

Speaking to you, Vraimar says, "Attorney-Mayor-at-Law, perhaps."

Alisette grins at Lylia.

Faerinn says, "So the upcoming fight is in a different arena that previous ones. One I'm very well suited for, and if that one fails."

Faerinn says, "Well, Roblar is still around."

Faerinn grins.

Alisette giggles.

Speaking to Vraimar, you say, "That has some potential."

Miste quietly says, "...we could unleash the Kappas..."

Speaking to you, Faerinn says, "I hope that answers your question."

You say, "It does, thank you."

Murrandii raises his hand.

Speaking apologetically to Faerinn, Lylia says, "My own question will be quite dry and dull, I fear. Campaign finance reform."

Speaking to Faerinn, Lylia says, "It has come to my attention that you, like the candidate I represent, Xorus Kul'shin, have not showered silvers upon the heads of others in exchange for votes."

You applaud Lylia.

Lylia leans forward.

Lylia dryly remarks, "In fact, no one has even offered to pay me to sit here."

Lylia asks, "How do you feel about the issue of suborning democracy for the almighty silver, and do you feel the Town Council or Judge Renpaw should step in?"

Faerinn says, "Silver is often one of the biggest threats to any democracy."

Miste quietly murmurs, "...force multipliers..."

Faerinn says, "Especially when leveraged to bring votes."

Faerinn says, "Absolutely the Town Council or Judge Renpaw should step in if a candidate was doing that."

Faerinn says, "Or coordinating with another to do so."

Lylia murmurs, "Indeed. You, as mayoral legal counsel, would be well aware of the ethical breach such a thing might represent."

Faerinn says, "I can understand the difficulty of the Town Council keeping the Imperials from interfering, but they are well equipped to deal with an internal ethical break and I encourage them to do so."

Nehor dryly declares, "Much like a dockworker who has to buy company, a candidate who has to buy votes has perhaps more problems than the law can deal with."

Faerinn says, "I also hope that any evidence of such a thing is brought to their attention with haste."

Lylia flashes a quick grin at Nehor.

Lylia nods.

You say, "Capitalism does have a natural barrier, in a functional democracy, its true."

Faerinn grins at Lylia.

You say, "The law. And the courts."

Speaking to Lylia, Faerinn says, "I hope that answers your question."

Lylia pleasantly replies, "Thank you. I believe you answered my question thoroughly."

Miste quietly says, "...so long as said law and courts aren't also on the payroll...."

Speaking to Miste, Faerinn says, "That could be horrendous."

Akenna wrinkles her nose.

Lylia says, "The Town Council is many things, but they are not a mayor's -- or a candidate's -- to purchase."

Lylia smirks as a haughty expression flits across her face.

Faerinn nods at Lylia.

Speaking quietly to Faerinn, Miste says, "Corruption seldom stays skin-deep."

Faerinn says, "I believe Vraimar was next in the queue."

Vraimar asks, "You are strongly anti-imperial. What would you do if you were compelled by circumstances to assent to another Imperial council member, an Imperial trial, etc., that you could not refuse legally and that the Landing could not fight off magically or militarily? If you were in that situation--and it is not improbable that you may be--what would you do?"

Faerinn says, "Take even the smallest victory from them."

You say, "That's a good question. And one like it has come up in everyone's tenure, so far, that I have born witness to."

Speaking to Faerinn, Vraimar asks, "How would you take even the smallest victory from them?"

Faerinn says, "If such a situation would arise, and of course its incredibly unlikely to happen..."

Faerinn gazes heavenward.

Faerinn says, "If I can at least make them miserable while they're winning that would be something to continue instilling hope in me."

Faerinn says, "And something the townsfolk could rally behind."

Speaking to Faerinn, Vraimar says, "That does not sound like the path to compromise and cooperation. But it is clear. Thank you."

Faerinn says, "Grishom Stone is a self styled blood god."

Faerinn says, "But also obsessed with me and this office."

Faerinn says, "Because after a decade he still hasn't managed to pay me off or corrupt me."

Faerinn says, "Or buy his way into the office of Mayor."

Faerinn grins.

Faerinn says, "Sometimes compromise isn't always the way. Its important, but there must always be a line that you won't go across."

Faerinn says, "And it has absolutely gotten under his skin."

Faerinn says, "And sometimes that's the only victory you can win."

Speaking to Vraimar, Faerinn says, "That one was a little murkier than the others, but we are talking about hypothetical imsurmountable odds."

Faerinn grins at Vraimar.

Speaking to Vraimar, Faerinn says, "But I do hope that answers your question."

Speaking to Faerinn, Vraimar says, "Quite thoroughly, yes."

Speaking to Murrandii, Faerinn says, "Sorry for the delay."

Speaking to Vraimar, you say, "It was a thoughtful question. I appreciate you sharing it."

Speaking to Faerinn, Murrandii says, "No problem."

Speaking to Faerinn, Murrandii says, "Thank you for coming here to speak with us."

Speaking to Murrandii, Faerinn says, "Thank you for your time and attention."

Speaking to Faerinn, Murrandii asks, "I wondered, after hearing you were an advocate for elven rights, whether you were as opposed to giants as some elves seem to be, in other cities? Would I be welcome to sit in all the chairs, still, in the inns?"

You say, "Some chairs can be torture devices, to those of us who hit our heads on the doorways and arches."

Speaking to Faerinn, Murrandii says, "In one city they would not let me sit down at their inn, so i just wondered."

Speaking to Murrandii, Faerinn says, "Elvens rights in places that they have none like under Chaston's Edict, but they aren't finite. I'm not taking rights from anyone else. You will absolutely still have your pick of chairs."

Speaking to Faerinn, Murrandii says, "Thank you for that."

Akenna gingerly runs her finger over her long hair, a satisfied look upon her face when she is done.

Faerinn says, "In all seriousness a return of Chaston's Edict and its application here is one of those lines for me."

Vraimar nods at Faerinn.

Murrandii nods slowly.

Akenna glances down.

Soliere nods at Faerinn.

Faerinn says, "Or another fanatic like Griffin is as well."

Faerinn says, "We have a saying among half-elves."

Faerinn says, "Once the collars are on and the cages are locked there are no differences among us."

A pained expression crosses Alisette's face.

Miste smiles grimly.

Soliere agrees with Faerinn.

Akenna nods grimly at Faerinn.

You say, "Garrisons and manacles are both hard to remove. I am sure they have other properties in common, too."

Faerinn says, "I would not see any race lose rights at the hands of another."

Speaking quietly to Faerinn, Miste says, "Reminds me of one my father used to use- Six feet of earth makes everyone the same size."

Speaking to Murrandii, Faerinn says, "I hope that answers your question."

Soliere asks, "Be there any other questions or comments? any new? any we missed? a raise of th'hand please?"

Speaking to Gutstorm, Soliere says, "Ya may go ahead with yer question."

Speaking drunkenly to Faerinn, Gutstorm asks, "My question ish a twofer. da firsht part, if yooz da mayer, kin ye put a commumity board back out da moothall, and shecken, can I have dat pretty shtatchoo dat ish dere now?"

Faerinn says, "Certainly would like to see a return of the community board."

Faerinn says, "One of the things I hope to achieve as mayor is making my requests and queries to the town council public."

Miste quietly says, "Mmmm.... transparency..."

Gutstorm grunts at Faerinn in agreement.

Gutstorm drunkenly asks, "And da shtatchoo?"

Speaking to Gutstorm, Faerinn says, "I hope that answers your question."

Faerinn asks, "Shtatchoo?"

(Lylia stiffens in her seat and assumes a frosty expression, almost as if she were made of stone.)

Lylia sets her mouth in a thin line of disapproval.

Gutstorm drunkenly says, "Da one of Lylia."

Gutstorm drunkenly says, "I want it."

Faerinn says, "Oh statue."

Faerinn shakes his head.

Gutstorm drunkenly exclaims, "It will be mine!"

Gutstorm raises his fist defiantly.

Miste grinds her teeth.

Faerinn says, "That is public property and I would see it entered into the registry of public art to preserve and protect."

Gutstorm drunkenly exclaims, "My tawtsh exacwy!"

Speaking to Faerinn, Meggiemae asks, "Would it be within your power as major to have the constable out law water cannons in town?"

Faerinn says, "There is a very clear seperation between the constable's office and the mayor's."

Meggiemae snaps her fingers.

Faerinn says, "But its a suggestion I can pass on to them."

Meggiemae nods at Faerinn.

Faerinn says, "But its the Constable's perogative to do whatever he wants with any suggestions."

Speaking to Meggiemae, Faerinn says, "I hope that answers your question."

Meggiemae says, "That was a very diplomatic answer."

Faerinn says, "Some mayor with a flaming arm ruined it for the rest of them."

Lylia says, "No flaming arms, but on occasion, balefire hands."

Greenish-black flames spring to life in Lylia's hand...

Alisette grins at Lylia.

Lylia says, "You must mean a different one, then."

Lylia winks.

Alisette quickly ducks to the side and out of the way.

Fimbrema grins at Lylia.

Speaking to Faerinn, you remind, "Breathe."

Alisette appears to be struggling to keep a straight face.

You kiss Faerinn tenderly on the cheek.

Faerinn nods at Lylia.

Faerinn says, "Yeah Walkar could only get the one going and he could never get it to stop either."

Faerinn says, "Well, eventually."

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "I don't know where you get this reputation for being severe."

You grin at Lylia.

Speaking quietly to you, Miste says, "Not severe. Just...final."

Soliere asks, "Be there any others wi'questions or comments fer our candidate?"

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "I climbed all over that Palestra statue last night, after the rum. And you didn't scowl at me once."

Speaking to Faerinn, Soliere says, "Seems that be all... ya have any mer words? afterwards i brung a lil suprise from th'house fer evrybody."

You say, "I hope some of you can come tomorrow, for Lord Xorus is having one of these here."

Miste quietly asks, "Actually, if I may say a word....?"

Faerinn says, "Once again thank you all for you time and attention. Its far more valueable than silver."

You ask, "What time, again, Mayor Rashere?"

Lylia says, "He is indeed, at eight hours past midday."

Nehor turns an inquisitive ear toward Miste.

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "Indeed."

Akenna gently brushes the loose fabric of her fawn pashmina dress, causing it to ripple lightly.

Miste clears her throat.

Miste recites quietly:

   "Plethora."

Fimbrema says, "That means a lot.."

Nehor raises an eyebrow.

Miste nods at Fimbrema.

Fimbrema snickers at Miste.

You say, "Also, we will have another meet and greet with all the candidates, at eleven o'clock, in the Temple of Ivas in Vipershroud Swamp."

Meggiemae asks, "Was that the one word?"

Nehor slowly says, "And on that note...I shall bid thee all farewell."

Sweeping his arm outward, Nehor bows low in a grand fashion.

Speaking to Lylia, Faerinn says, "I am very disappointed I will be likely missing Xorus. I've been very keen on seeing him speak."

Speaking to Lylia, Faerinn says, "But I suppose I will at the Vipershroud regardless tomorrow."

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "I shall attend."

Soliere says, "Leafiara also haves a event tomorrie here.. i'll set a parchment down what shows times too."

Speaking to Faerinn, Lylia says, "Oh, I believe Xorus' body of work and knowledge speaks for itself, but it is still quite a thing to hear the man speak in person."

Speaking warmly to you, Lylia says, "I appreciate it."

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "Xorus is my friend, if he can be said to have such."

Speaking to Faerinn, Soliere says, "Thank ya so kindly fer visitin with us tonight."

Gutstorm drunkenly exclaims, "When is shpa night, my toesh are in terbible shape!"

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "And I enjoy his rhetoric, too."

Speaking to Faerinn, Alisette says, "Thank you for your clear answers. I enjoyed listening to you."

Soliere recites:

   "Please stay a moment fer yer gift from our house"

You exclaim, "Thanks go to Silvergate, for being such charming hosts!"

You say, "And a beautiful, warm setting, too."

Speaking to Soliere, Faerinn says, "It was a good turnout. Thank you for hosting."

Speaking to Soliere, you say, "Thank you for all the work you did. We look forward to tomorrow and next weekend."

Speaking to Faerinn, Soliere says, "Yer welcome, thank ya too fer bein here an' fer all yer work leadin up to it."

Speaking to Soliere, you say, "I'm certainly coming to Professor Xorus' events, he's been an honorable opponent."

Speaking to you, Soliere says, "Thank you too, i do hope ya can come back tomorrie aye."