Sinjin, who was not a man of politics at all, announced his press conference with an amazing amount of last minute preparation; nevertheless, reporters and bystanders alike were soon spreading the speech in textual and verbal form after the Spaniard was done.
"Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm no damned wordsmith and I won't try to twist words or anyone else's meanings. Clearly I shouldn't be standing in front of you right now. In fact, it's almost down-right pathetic that things've come this far that I've had to stand up for this cause at all, which mostly speaks for itself. Several people have accused me as an anarchist and a fool — but the way I see it, it's not me you're talking to; you're pointing the finger at all the signatures below the clause of no confidence that never had a voice.
Everyone in Rhy'din should have a voice — it's sort of a cornerstone of government anyway, isn't it' Or at least any sort of democracy, which I'm rather fond of. The many people who signed their names under that declaration didn't get a voice in their government then — they got a plea. I'm answering it.
In truth, I can certainly see why they want this, especially in recent years. It wasn't until this year that I realized this city honestly had a government that anyone really recognized, and when I saw how it functioned, it baffled me. Don't get me wrong — I respect anyone who tries to tackle this mess, but it's not the kind of mess that one man has the ability to tackle. That's just silly. Does anyone really know how broad this place is, and not just in the physical sense" How each part and each person interacts, how this land has managed itself like a living, breathing entity for so many years"
In Old Town, there's an inn called The Red Dragon that I'm sure many of you are familiar with, if only because it's a focal point as a nexus within the city. It's where all parts converge and blend together, and it's a fine example of what Rhy'din truly is at its core: a unique and unpredictable masterpiece. It can be horrific, stupid, amusing, and absolutely wonderful. I've lived here almost my whole life and I can't even guess at what makes it tick and what keeps it all together and working so beautifully.
But I can tell you what doesn't make it tick...and that's one man, one government. It's not what binds us. It's not what keeps this city stitched together: it's that unique and driving blend, one which many people — myself included — want to keep alive and breathing.
This city spoke at the preliminaries. It said: 'Hey. This might be right.' I think it might be too, and after a few years of seeing the way things work, I'm willing to see it from the other side.
So what happens if this weekend we find ourselves without a governor" I'll tell you.
The woman down the street will wake up in the morning. She'll feed her son, dress him, and send him off to his apprenticeship down in the Tech district. After a cup of tea, she'll go to the Marketplace, where the smells of fresh cooking are already looming and others are already trying to barter their wares, perhaps through the night. She'll greet the old man at the corner and open her shop for the day. She sells functional art — pottery and the like — as well as some interesting antiques. One of artists is a man from the West End who funnels his money into investing in a new home, but makes sure to save a few silver for the bar tender of the local pub. And that bar tender" With all the money he's bringing in, he'll be expanding sooner than he knows.
In less words? Amazingly, the world will keep moving like it always has...Ultimately, this place doesn't rely on the shoulders of one man and his organization. It relies on the whole, the network of every person, every business who makes it up. Our society is one of mutual, interweaving goals and circumstance.
And honestly, that's all I have to say. I've talked enough, more than anyone should ever let me in one sitting. But if you're inclined to agree with the others who have spoken in years past regarding the vote of No Confidence, more power to you; I'll see you at the polls."
"Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm no damned wordsmith and I won't try to twist words or anyone else's meanings. Clearly I shouldn't be standing in front of you right now. In fact, it's almost down-right pathetic that things've come this far that I've had to stand up for this cause at all, which mostly speaks for itself. Several people have accused me as an anarchist and a fool — but the way I see it, it's not me you're talking to; you're pointing the finger at all the signatures below the clause of no confidence that never had a voice.
Everyone in Rhy'din should have a voice — it's sort of a cornerstone of government anyway, isn't it' Or at least any sort of democracy, which I'm rather fond of. The many people who signed their names under that declaration didn't get a voice in their government then — they got a plea. I'm answering it.
In truth, I can certainly see why they want this, especially in recent years. It wasn't until this year that I realized this city honestly had a government that anyone really recognized, and when I saw how it functioned, it baffled me. Don't get me wrong — I respect anyone who tries to tackle this mess, but it's not the kind of mess that one man has the ability to tackle. That's just silly. Does anyone really know how broad this place is, and not just in the physical sense" How each part and each person interacts, how this land has managed itself like a living, breathing entity for so many years"
In Old Town, there's an inn called The Red Dragon that I'm sure many of you are familiar with, if only because it's a focal point as a nexus within the city. It's where all parts converge and blend together, and it's a fine example of what Rhy'din truly is at its core: a unique and unpredictable masterpiece. It can be horrific, stupid, amusing, and absolutely wonderful. I've lived here almost my whole life and I can't even guess at what makes it tick and what keeps it all together and working so beautifully.
But I can tell you what doesn't make it tick...and that's one man, one government. It's not what binds us. It's not what keeps this city stitched together: it's that unique and driving blend, one which many people — myself included — want to keep alive and breathing.
This city spoke at the preliminaries. It said: 'Hey. This might be right.' I think it might be too, and after a few years of seeing the way things work, I'm willing to see it from the other side.
So what happens if this weekend we find ourselves without a governor" I'll tell you.
The woman down the street will wake up in the morning. She'll feed her son, dress him, and send him off to his apprenticeship down in the Tech district. After a cup of tea, she'll go to the Marketplace, where the smells of fresh cooking are already looming and others are already trying to barter their wares, perhaps through the night. She'll greet the old man at the corner and open her shop for the day. She sells functional art — pottery and the like — as well as some interesting antiques. One of artists is a man from the West End who funnels his money into investing in a new home, but makes sure to save a few silver for the bar tender of the local pub. And that bar tender" With all the money he's bringing in, he'll be expanding sooner than he knows.
In less words? Amazingly, the world will keep moving like it always has...Ultimately, this place doesn't rely on the shoulders of one man and his organization. It relies on the whole, the network of every person, every business who makes it up. Our society is one of mutual, interweaving goals and circumstance.
And honestly, that's all I have to say. I've talked enough, more than anyone should ever let me in one sitting. But if you're inclined to agree with the others who have spoken in years past regarding the vote of No Confidence, more power to you; I'll see you at the polls."