The Elezen only seems embolded by the challenges thrown her way. She scans the crowd with a practiced eye, addressing her interlocutors one by one. The towering figure of the Roegadyn catches her gaze first, her mouth curling into a hint of a smile at the question.
"The goal is freedom, prosperity, and self direction!" She accetuates with a flourish of her finger, "The wealth and power of Ul'dah lies locked in the coffers of the rich and royal. They are not interested in solving problems, only keeping what they have, and getting more." She points to the north, "Look at the success of Revenanant's Toll, in the north. What a bit of coin and honest work in a barren land can do." Her finger sweeps to a glowering Brass Blade in the distance, "Howerever we have our own refugee problems in Ul'dah, and the Syndicate offers not work, only a boot in their back from a bandit in a rusty coat of mail."
"It is true, it will be a challenge for the people to take hold of the gears of state! But it is a challenge worth meeting, and a good intentioned amateur would be far better than the experienced despots we currently have."
She sweeps her gaze to the purple haired Miqote, "The people of this city have been sick so long, they laugh at the idea of there every being a cure. However one must be found." She gestures out to the city walls, "I'm sure all remember the recent riots sparked by the perfidity of the Syndicate and their Brass Blade thugs. Such events will only continue until this malady of despotism is purged from the veins of the city." She shakes her head, "Do not listen to the cries of 'Reform!' from the less bold, such treatments only affect the symptoms not the cause, "Nanamo is as pitiable a dicator as one can be, and even she can do little to protect the people. What will happen when someone less principled comes to the throne? The people will have no one to be their sheild." She rises a hand to the air, "But here me Brothers and Sisters! We can be our own shield!"
"The goal is freedom, prosperity, and self direction!" She accetuates with a flourish of her finger, "The wealth and power of Ul'dah lies locked in the coffers of the rich and royal. They are not interested in solving problems, only keeping what they have, and getting more." She points to the north, "Look at the success of Revenanant's Toll, in the north. What a bit of coin and honest work in a barren land can do." Her finger sweeps to a glowering Brass Blade in the distance, "Howerever we have our own refugee problems in Ul'dah, and the Syndicate offers not work, only a boot in their back from a bandit in a rusty coat of mail."
"It is true, it will be a challenge for the people to take hold of the gears of state! But it is a challenge worth meeting, and a good intentioned amateur would be far better than the experienced despots we currently have."
She sweeps her gaze to the purple haired Miqote, "The people of this city have been sick so long, they laugh at the idea of there every being a cure. However one must be found." She gestures out to the city walls, "I'm sure all remember the recent riots sparked by the perfidity of the Syndicate and their Brass Blade thugs. Such events will only continue until this malady of despotism is purged from the veins of the city." She shakes her head, "Do not listen to the cries of 'Reform!' from the less bold, such treatments only affect the symptoms not the cause, "Nanamo is as pitiable a dicator as one can be, and even she can do little to protect the people. What will happen when someone less principled comes to the throne? The people will have no one to be their sheild." She rises a hand to the air, "But here me Brothers and Sisters! We can be our own shield!"
