“Another position open already? Hmm...” The elfess takes her stance.
“Aheral, citizens of Haelun’or... In light of Elathion’s retirement, I have decided to run for the position of Okarir’nor.” She clears her throat, blinking a few times shifting from a gaze normally devoid of any thought to one that reminisces of a time long past. ”The Ker’Vulnir family has long been a line of solitary artisans, I myself a proud business owner in el’cihi, selling my product mainly in the shopping district as a proud enthusiast of creation and beauty.” She takes another short pause, processing what to say next. “We should maintain that. We cannot progress unless our surroundings are livable and are our skills able to be expressed, as they are unique and second to none. I hope to accomplish this by focusing on a few subjects.
First comes infrastructure. Within our population lies a large variety of interests ready to be honed and put to use. Providing the infrastructure to fit the needs of these interests is a necessary step towards progress. This includes but is not limited to the availability of livestock, a studio space, forge and farm available for public use under the protection of the Okarir’nor. This both ensures no passion goes unexplored, and will ultimately fuel the self sufficiency of individuals and our nation.” The Elfess stops, thinks, and folds her hand upon the other, neatly weaving her spindly fingers in front of her chest. “...That being said, I am still a business owner. I understand that the import of goods is an excellent way to expand our own horizons. I suggest we allow the export of goods from Haelun’or, a simple way to flex our superior forms of craftsmanship and fund the import of goods from the outside as we too deserve to experience their delights, and perhaps do better given any innovation. Her hands unfold, clapping them together.
“I sincerely hope you consider me for your vote. I rest my case. Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya!”
-Effile Ker’Vulnir