Twitch had heard about elections in far-off places. She had heard about primaries. And of course, among the pirates of Xen'drik, there were often moments when elections of a sort might occur--challenges to leadership, mutinies, new captaincies and the like. She hadn't heard about groups being forced to fight and kill or abduct candidates in the past. But maybe that was a thing in elections in Eberron. And such had been the experience of Envy and the Outcasts. In the space of less than 24 hours, the Outcasts had defeated Lord Zanovar d'Lyrandar's ice elementals and taken him captive; had freed Tyrese Lyrandar and sent her on her way; and then, after believing that they had finished their day, were attacked by Lady Avalara and her allies in Yuan-Ti form. Exhausted, and with the corpses of Yuan-Ti and a spirit naga at their feet, the Outcasts might have hoped that they could at last retire to their bunks. But, no. Emerging from the body of the deceased spirit naga was the Outcasts' frenemy, Neglith the aboleth. In its insipid self-amused way, the aboleth informed the group that they continued to serve its will, whether knowingly or otherwise. For her part, as a follower of the Traveler with a deep love for personal freedom, Twitch did not appreciate the aboleth's words. Perhaps she had replied with some mention of "calamari"; the red fog of anger, recent combat, and fatigue clouded her memory. In any event, now--not including the Lyrandar Lord stowed in the hold of The Seven Sins --there remained just two candidates in the election for mayor of Stormreach. One was a Storm Lord; the other, a political novice bartender. One benefit: Twitch could certainly use a stiff drink.