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“OI!”
A familiar voice would echo through the tavern as a knight in shining armor, atop an equally shiny horse, ducks under the entrance.
“Hail all tavern dwellers! It ‘es I, tha mighty Ser Pandir!”
The crowd would burst into cheer, flowers and mina bouncing off the chest plate of the newcomer. With a grunt, the man would hop off of his horse, applause still exiting the audience. The uproar would become a distant murmur as the valiant, mighty, some may even say EPIC, Ser Pandir landed.
“I come before yah lot wit grand news! As good Darius’ time as Maer comes tah an end, a man o’ POWER mus’ come forth! Hopeful wos I, that a citizen would come forth n’ claim sucha position. But alas! No one I see ‘as tha STRENGTH or MIGHT tah do such! Padrick n’ Rodgers, men who ‘ave deemed it unnecessary tah defend fair Belvitz within tha ADR. Aleksei, but a mere footman!”
As the wise knight spoke, the crowd grew into a sea of unanimous nodding heads. Even the candidate’s wives would agree!
“So before yah good people I reveal my plans, that o’ which are tah make Belvitz tha true gem o’ tha Empire. Surely my word ‘es trusted, as much o’ tha people ‘ere tonight ‘ave been brought before Belvitz’s welcomin’ doors by my ‘and. N’ now, more than ever, shall I prioritize drawin’ in merchants, guards, n’ barmaids o’ all kind! Buildin’s that ‘ave long been inhabited by only dust n’ air shall be made into hospitals, theaters, n’ guild halls!”
The once quiet crowd would burst out, tears of joy springing from their eyes. A chant ensues! “Go Pandir! Go Pandir! Go Pandir!”
“Ha ha ha! Settle down, friends!” The humble knight would cry out. “Let me finish wot I wos sayin’. Fair Belvitz ‘es tha finest place in Atlas, yet, it could be even… FINER! Servin’ Adria fer nearly 20 years, I know wot ‘es best fer it n’ it’s people. Alongside good Cameron, Antanios, n’ Willbert, may he rest in piece alongside Saint Emma...” He’d take a quick break to kiss the tavern’s floor.
“...we ‘ave come tah see many things durin’ our time in tha Gray Cloaks - a group not many candidates ‘ave even ‘eard of! Votin’ fer those who ‘ave merely waltzed into Belvitz not only hurts me, but yerself! Vote fer tha man that ‘as spent a lifetime ‘ere! A strong, handsome, valiant, n’ HUMBLE man that knows wot ‘es BEST!”
At that, the crowd couldn’t contain themselves any longer! The mass surrounded Ser Pandir, lifting him above their heads. Shouts could be heard across the Baltas! “A LIFETIME!” “VOTE FOR SER PANDIR!”
As the crowd whisked the knight off, a single, manly, tear left his eye.