Upon hearing the news being repeated in the markets, the old Akritian’s eyes water. Hektor the Wise yells out, “in all my years, never before have I witnessed, through ancient texts nor mine own sight, a knife ear, nay, a high elf with such....” The human looks down at his hand, trying to find his line. He soon sniffles out, “Virtue.... Oh lo and behold, a hero of the Silver City! A ladykiller, a demon slayer, a ginger. Gods or whatever higher being be out and about, rolling the dice of fate. So far, a natural twenty you have bequeathed unto him. May you still give out a natural twenty to your favorite pawn as he goes his own way!” He yells out one last time, “LONG LIVE CELIASIL URADIR.”
After finishing his speech, Hektor retreats to his workshop, collecting his payment for his generous support.
THE BALLOT ((MC name: JK_Bizcuits)) Name: Hierax Vote for Okarir'tir: ( ) Valorin Celia'thilln (xx) Ellisar Aevaris ( ) Olrin Hildinyr