Jiao
Jiao didn't really care who got to be in charge of the town; she hardly ever left the beach and as far as she'd seen a lot of the activity at the dock worked under it's own kind of law. Still, she was a citizen of Torchline now (or at least, she'd decided she was) and wanted to have her say in the matter, so she'd come to see what the applicants had to say.
Seeing Remi there was a surprise. Last time she'd seen him, he'd given off the impression of being a tired beach hobo selling things from a wagon, not a potential leader in the making. She guessed things could change in a short amount of time in the chaotic land outside of the Greatwood. They certainly had for her.
Anyway, her vote was set. She wasn't sure who the guy that wasn't Remi was, but the speech seemed more fun. Maybe that wasn't the best metric, but Jiao had never been great at taking things seriously. If she noticed Jack or thought about how he would vote, she didn't show any outward sign of it.
Tired little laughs,
gold lie promises,
gold lie promises,
We'll always win at this,
I don't ever think about death
I don't ever think about death
