Goals: 1. Compose a short song about something or someone at the event. 2. Arrange for a conflict between powerful individuals. 3. Get a group of people to follow you in a protest chant. You are Artisan Shively, the "Folksy Songbird." For more than fifteen thousand years, you've been composing and performing protest art on behalf of oppressed people all over the galaxy. Like most of those attending from [[Guthrie Hall]], you spend the majority of your time traveling on behalf of your Holding, spreading holy rebellion to the far corners of the [[Celestial Empire]]. Your chants and songs have been on the lips of every major protest movement within ten light years of your homeworld, and you long ago lost count of the dissidents who quoted you in their last words before execution. There is more to you, though, than the voice of the revolution. Your knack for writing stirring music comes as much from a study of human nature as it does any (arguably questionable) gift for art. More than that, music isn't the only way you deploy your talent. Like many counter-culture artists before you, your massive success has seen you invited into the highest circles of power. Unlike so many of your predecessors, however, you've made full use of that opportunity to take the fight to them. Even more than stirring rebellion, you're a master of putting the great and good at one another's throats. A few rumors, some well-timed revelations, and you've accomplished in a month what ten revolutions failed to do before you. You've come to the [[Council of Chains]] because you trust the mysterious Wend known as [[The Unsung Song]], and they sent word to you and a few others that this temple opening was an opportunity. You're not sure of the details, but you don't really care. There will be at least nine other Holdings represented, which means nine as yet unaware Governors against whom to ply your craft. If whatever's inside the temple helps you do what you do even better, then great. If not, well, you've never needed it before. ## Asset: [[Love's Labours Lost]] As an Artisan, you understand that not every creative or technological work can be created with the explicit permission of the powers that be. That's not to say you don't value a [[Governor|Governor's]] input, but you don't feel the need to rely on administrators to guide your work. You're the expert, after all, that's why you're here. You can lead an [[Endeavor]] without a Governor's direct involvement. ## Lien: [[Glamour-Drowned]] You cannot help but see the scintillating wonder in every raindrop, the infinite possibility of every acorn dreaming itself an oak. A sunrise on the ocean is enough to leave you senseless with awe for hours at a time, heedless of an approaching shark. You're willing to sacrifice nearly anything for your art, and hate being forced to compromise for little things like "survival." If you're ever forced to abandon a project, you become despondent and miserable.