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He steps up to the stage, clearing his throat. His usual bravado simmers down just enough to let sincerity seep through.
"For those of you who don’t know me — though I reckon most of you do — I’m Quentin Roggs. Born and raised in a no-name mountain village that probably isn’t even marked on a map. Spent my early years in the muck, the cold, and the kind of quiet that drives a man half-mad if he ain't careful. When I left, I didn’t really have a home... not until I found Arcadia."
His gaze sweeps over the crowd, pausing briefly on familiar faces.
"I’ve been here for over ten years now, not only as a resident but also as part of the Militia."
His expression tightens, voice lowering just a touch.
"Arcadia's more than just a place to me. It's home. It's where I finally stopped feeling like some idiot just drifting through life. It's the first place where I wasn’t just ‘some guy’ — I was needed. Out there, in the cold, in the fights, in the quiet moments... this place gave me purpose. People here — you — gave me purpose."
He takes a breath, one that steadies him.
"I want to be a counselor because Arcadia deserves people who'll fight for it. And I don't mean in a clash of steel or in a rain of bullets, I mean with just mere plain words. I know how it feels to have nobody back you up, to have nobody speak up for you, and I will not let it happen here. Not now. Not ever."
His gaze hardens, and he stands just a little taller.
"If I’m given this chance, my focus will be on the people. I want to make sure that every voice — every farmer, every craftsman, every soldier — matters. No more whispers behind closed doors where decisions are made without those they affect most. I want to be the guy you can come to when something’s wrong — someone who’ll listen, who’ll act, and who sure as hell won’t back down when it counts."
His expression softens just a touch.
"Look... I’m not perfect. I’ve made mistakes. Hell, I’ll probably make a few more. But what I can promise is that I’ll put Arcadia first — always. Because this place? It’s home. And I’d burn myself out if that’s what it took to keep it safe and thriving."
He pauses, tapping his chest with two fingers.
"So if you’re willing to give me a shot, I’ll give you everything I’ve got — no half-measures. Just me, Quentin Roggs... the guy who’s always been a little too loud, a little too reckless — but never without a damn good reason."
His smirk returns, just barely.
"Thanks for listening... and, well, if I don’t get the job? I guess I’ll see you at the tavern anyway."