*A crowd of about 10 people had gathered (IG!) in front of Town Hall for a purpose lost in the sands of time, such as trying to buy a helmet. Passersby will have heard the following from the good Private Larche, announced concisely once the oppourtunity presented itself, like a farmer's daughter, waiting to be taken.*

"Since the crowd is assembled, let me say only this: Whether you vote for the man or not, don't trust Dungal Toboerski with your lives. That is all I have to say. If you know me, you know I have my reasons for saying so. And vote for Archibald or Akevitt."

*After that, she decided to walk away, as there was really nothing else to say.*