As the party walks the city, a well-dressed young man approaches them, beaming with unnaturally pristine and perfectly straight white teeth. Over his right shoulder is a Orcish bodyguard, staring on intently. 

The gentleman hands one of the players a brochure that says “A vote for Titus “Ty” Sextus is a vote for the future” and slaps an election sticker onto the chest of another player that simply reads “Ty is my guy!”