Taklinn walks about town, stopping along the way to say hello to the citizens he meets along the way. He enters the monastary and talks with Drux. Leaving the monastary, he stops and talks with Corvax, before finally sitting down and penning something. He gets up and nails to the post the following:
In light of recent events, I Taklinn Forgesplitter, do here-by announce my candidacy for the office of Sheriff for the town of Jastrey. I have been currently serving as a deputy, and will bring along that knowledge and experience to this office. I have often heard that there is no Justice in Jastrey, and I aim to change this perception by my service if it is the will of the Citizenship.
(signed)
Taklinn Forgesplitter
He then leaves the post and walks back towards the Tavern.
Glimmer can be seen strolling idly by through the town on the way to the tavern from The Academy. As she passes the post, the strange markings on the bottom of a notice catch her eye. Upon seeing the "T + G", Glimmer's face turns three different shades of pink. A smile spreads accross her face and she puts her hands over her chest as if cradling her heart. She says aloud to no one in particular "Oh my dearest Takki-Sacks. I knew you'd see the glow one day. It must have been when I used pebbles to cocoon while you mined. No comparison to your stone of course, but it obviously did the trick. You do make my wings flutter so." At that, Glimmer flits around with a lilt in her step, humming an old love song of the ancient Fae; all the while hoping to see her Taki Sacks at the tavern to tell him she is now aware of his affections.
Astrum walks up to the post still laughing and pulls out a pen. He adds to the crowded piece of paper:
"Vote Astrum for marriage councilor."
He caps the pen and walks back to the tavern, whistling a jaunty tune to himself, occasionally interrupted by bouts laughter.
Creeping toward the post in the dead of night, Ripper glances one way...then the other and an impish smile more familiar than her now-usual neutral expression crawls across her face. Fishing into her pockets she draws out a red crayon and quickly sketches a winged stick figure with an exaggerated thumbs up on an free margin of the paper. Drawing back she taps her lip with the crayon, then moves down to the spot beneath Taklinn's signature and adds a " T + G" in a crooked curleyqued heart.
A quiet giggle trickles from beneath her curtain of hair before she trots back into the shadows.