[FIFTH POST]
Lord Robert Green
Stats: Assets (4), Power (0), Production (4), Influence (4), Charm (2)

In a dusty old office that may have been extremely fashionable and sleek back in it's day, sat Lord Robert Green typing away on a datapad. He had quite a few restless nights over the past season, and was plagued with self-doubt. Angered that he let, nay supported a law, that violated his principles was not excusable in his eyes. [i]"For the good of Dahken."[/i], he thought to himself as he gave his support for the Worker's League. He knew something needed to be done, that was certain. Lord Green was not willing to leave the council chambers without passing some sort of law. At least the Worker's League would help stimulate Dahken's economy, even though it is the rich using the poor for their benefit once more. Perhaps he would have been more up to the task of councilor if he was younger. "I would be little more the male-version of Greywind, but then again even at my worst I never made those Biosynth abominations", the lord mused. His typing was interrupted by a flurry of coughs, as was not an uncommon occurrence. What was not common however was a splattering of blood on the table. The old lord's eyes widened, but then he resumed his typing as he muttered: "Get the job done." The phrase reminded him of his time in the underclasses when he worked the assembly line himself. One of his peers lost his middle finger while fixing the conveyor belt, as most factory owners refuse to turn off malfunctioning machines as they are being repaired, as that would slow down production. As his friend screamed in pain while he clutched the bloody stump where his finger used to be, a manager tersely told him to get the job done. His friend worked the remaining 7 hours with his shift with a bleeding hand, he died of infection a week later. Such is the work-ethic of the underclass, you get the job done or you lose yours. This work-ethic is one that Lord Green has retained. The typing stopped, and he clicked send on his letter to Fitzroy. Lord Green sighed, and was about to grab his cane as a hologram of his secretary's head appeared on his desk with a quick chirp. The secretary was an woman twenty years younger than the Lord, but still had hair white as snow, she spoke with a hoarse voice: "My Lord, Madame Greywind requests a council meeting at the arena."

The Lord slowly rose from his seat with help from his cane: "A bit more macabre for my tastes, but this is important. Send a reply that I will be there. Oh, and call for a doctor."

"Yes, my lord.", the secretary croaked, and with a chirp the hologram dissipated. The Lord hobbled to the door, while his cane tapped along the ground. 

[hider=Message to Fitzroy]Greetings Steward Fitzroy, I will grant you the funds to distribute food throughout the city. Since I am funding this venture, I will detail a few requirements in the organization for the distribution of food. Firstly, the distribution of food will be done through electronic meal-cards. These meal-cards will contain a Photo-ID of the subject, and the funds on the meal-cards will be renewed weekly as the subject requests it for a weeks worth of meals. Secondly, I do not want men subsisting on meal cards rather than on the fruits of their labor. Any man who obtains employment while they have a meal under their meal card will obtain double rations for a week. Any man who loses their job who applies for the program will not get any meals for a week. Thirdly, the priority of who is accepted into the program will be as follows; children first, then unemployed men and women based on who has been unemployed the longest. Fourthly, I will not support criminals and their ilk, anyone who has a committed a crime that is more severe than a parking/speeding ticket and does not involve stealing food is not permitted into the program. Lastly, all utensils, meal cards, and etc. will be provided by Green Industries. I will leave the rest of the organization of this program up to you Steward Fitzroy. I will give a speech on the morrow about this plan at the Arena. After this speech, quite a few people will be applying for meal cards so you should alert the Priesthood of Tallus and the Militia beforehand.-Lord Robert Green.[/hider]

The old lord drafted a quick message to the owners of the Dahken Arena, detailing that he requested to give a speech before the fight, while they were angry that the Lord asked on such short notice and they had quite a few plans made already, a small donation and the leverage of a council member shut their mouths. Afterwards, he sent out the production order for the various items required for the project. The old lord chanted in his mind: [i]"I will fix Dahken, I will make it better.[/i].

[hider=Season Spending]Bribe the Owners of the Arena to let him make a speech: .5 Assets.
Mealcard Initiative: 3.5 Assets.[/hider]

[hider=Message to Madame Greywind]Madame Greywind, I will attend the Arena match. -Lord Robert Green[/hider]