"Good sirs and ladies, let me thank you for your attendance today. Let me offer my gratitude for your time and attention on this most glorious of days." The man's voice explodes from his mouth with an unexpected sonorousness. "I know there is much to be done in the fields and hills of this proud village, so I won't consume too much of your time." He is skeletal, though tries to hide it with wide legged trousers and an ornate white blouse with frills beyond good tact. As he strides about the small stage, seemingly unaware of the irony of the gallows platform being used as a political dais. "Today I come to speak to you of opportunity. Of the hope you provide your children, and your grandchildren. Because not two weeks from today, you are expected to cast your vote for the future!" And is met with a small grumbling.

“What does that even mean?” A voice from deep in the crowd emerges in perfect time to the saunter of the man.

“A great question kind sir!” He smirks and settles at the naked shift podium. His sleeves roll up of their own accord, eliciting a greater hum among those that notice. “Long has magic been quarantined to the high towers if far off lands. That magic is held captive by cloistered wizards and detached scholars.” A mirage appears before the crowd, to their astonishment. Many on the outskirts of the gathering flee with haste, and the growing concern of the rest buzzes. “In each of us there is magic. We need only … unlock it. “. With a wave of his hand the mirage bursts into a shower of starlight careening down into the crowd. “With your vote I will see too it that each of you is provided the chance… no, the right to bear the magic bred I to your soul. To embrace your very heritage and explore your power. Your vote for me will certainly unlock your favored destiny!”

He pulls his eyes down from the sky to look once more upon the crowd, finding that the courtyard is now empty ahead he stands only with his advisors at the gallows.