*Mandarin Dreagle gets up on the ruins of the Comely Inn in a pair of shit stained over alls. He holds one of Maddocks' fliers.*

Folks, sorry if I'm a little dirty. I just got out of the mushroom fields where I was working today. This is quite the promise though from Morgan. For a minute, I was impressed myself.

*He rips it up.*

Its bullshit though of course. 150 years in the Underdark folks, we ain't improved things by taking from the 'rich' back on the surface how you going to do it now with seven rich men on the Council even if the girl wins?

Now maybe the rich can give more, course don't they give already? Stirag's temple gives plenty, blessing fields, healing folk; Bhast built the House of Light until fools like Morgan and the Undercouncil blew it up before it had a chance to do anything for you.

Shit though, who wants a hand out like that? I don't want to be dependent on some rich bastard taking pity on me? Is that all we are, pathetic drunks hoping for a free hand out?

*He waits for the inevitable cat calls to that comment.*

Well, take a look at yourself. I'm not stooping this low, neither are most those here. Folk, we're good people. If you're starving there's one answer--you need a job, honest work. If you're neighbor is starving, then best job for you is farming.

I know a thing of two about mushroom farming. Its hard work, it ain't pretty, but its honest. Once I'm Councilor, I'll make sure everyone who wants work in Sanctuary has work in Sanctuary. I'm sick of eating rat, and I'm sure you are too.

Just remember: Sanctuary, Security, and the Surface.