A Message for the CEO of Racism

[Quatral]

  

A wild-haired youth taps a microphone in the square of Galamea...
  
"Hey, this thing on?"
  
Crackling feedback blows out the speakers, so he opts to continue al naturale.
  

  

"Anyways! Listen up this here's Hale Dayndros, the one an' only, I got a message for the folks planning on buying timeshares down here just so there ain't any misunderstanding.

   

We don't fuck with racists at all! Racist folk'll get their asses beat, plain and simple if you come muckin' around our dunes, capiche? Goes special extra double clear for you no good Vorso folks. Yea, this is a callout post."

  

Putting the non-functioning mic back down, he flashes a signature smile.

   

All that needed to be said.

     

[Rho]

Similarly, an ashen haired Rhoynish takes the stand at the same microphone in Galamea as her cousin - just moments after.

Her voice is clear, without feedback as to hear her very clearly.

"Hey cousin, where have you even been at these past few months? How about you stop yappin' and leave the past where it belongs. As I have learned from my brother, Armani - to blame the next generation for the previous generations beef, that's lame.  Let the new generation be set free, as I am sure you know - that's something we Rhoynish value over anything else, right? Freedom? Who are you to take that away from anyone else? The newest generation of Vorso are allowed in Galamea as long as I am there, and if you have any objections - you are no true presenter of the right of freedom.

Let it be, or answer to me."

It seems in the time Hale Dayndros has not been around, the other Dayndros have been finding friends amongst the newest generation.

-at any rate, Celaena has made her opinion loud and clear.

[Quatral]

Hale coughs, cupping his hands like a megaphone in front of his mouth,
    

"Well, no."