Spread about later in Upper and Lower on parchment

In my campaign efforts, certain well-dressed and well-equipped individuals have derided me and my efforts. "Hah", they snicker, "You're a drunk, Morgan Maddocks! You are not fit to be a Councilwoman."

They're right, you know, on one account. I am a drunk. I'm a whore. I'm a base, desperate individual. I've wanted, I've floundered, I've lowered myself to depths that no person should have to lower themselves. As many of you, I've done what I had to survive.

But, ladies and gents, I must dispute the claim that I am unfit to lead you. I'm near coinless, I live hand to mouth. I've had to get down on my very knees and beg to acquire the needed coin for registration. I stand before you as one of Sanctuary's common ilk, its very lifeblood, and I do not deny it! I'm unashamed of what I am.

I'll not stand before you and spout pious bullshit. I haven't the coin and comfort for such a luxury. I'm a rat and a whore, and I am one of you. Do you want another zealot, another fool who would cater to the stability that the rich and fat so bountifully feed on?

I may be a drunk, ladies and gents, but I ain't gonna do that. I'll serve your needs as my own, because they -are- my own! Stop being fooled by the sly-tongued, silver-haired snakes! Elect one of your own! Elect -me-. A whore, a drunk, and a rat. And damned proud of it.

Vote Morgan Maddocks