Out of character discussion here The church bell rang, ghoul birds sang, a single beam of light shone through overcast skies. It was time for a speech in Darkwater. Crowds flocked to the capital building from all over the village. Paladin and Spellsword guards alike stood their ground around the people. Their respective guard captains, Juliana Armistice of the Paladins and the goblin Alb'leblesk Tuhonna of the Spellswords, stood at each side of the mayor as he began to speak. "These are trying times, my friends," he wiped his forehead with his rag. Sweating already? "Yes, yes, trying times." He fumbled through his pages. His podium shook. "Trying times," he cleared his throat. "Trying times, these are trying times," He flipped through the pages more hurriedly now. "Uh, please excuse me while I find the appropriate page. There seems to have been some kind of clerical error." There was some murmuring and laughter in the crowd, but the atmosphere was more tense than anything else. So many people who greatly feared each other lived in one place, and it was only getting worse with all the ghoul and wraith sightings in the forests around the village. Alb'leblesk "Stone Face" Tuhonna was stoic as always. He remained resolute and unmoving. Juliana was not so patient, shoving the mayor aside and standing behind the podium. "Delegates from Moryveil and Viradyl will be meeting here the day after tomorrow to discuss matters of diplomacy," she began. The mortified mayor scampered around at her feet collecting the papers that had fallen. Stone Face shot Juliana an annoyed look and bent down to help the mayor. Juliana didn't care. If anything, she enjoyed his discomfort. "Captain Tuhonna and I expect you all to be on your best behavior," she continued. Did she think she was speaking to children? "This is a matter of utmost importance, and your conduct will dictate the image of our little village for both nations. Don't screw up. Thank you," she stepped back from the podium. The mayor tentatively took back his place. "I...," he cleared his throat. "I, um... " he took a deep breath and collected himself. "I found my page! Thank you Captain Tuhonna." Alb'leblesk nodded respectfully. Juliana resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but her feelings could still be read on her face. She made no effort to conceal them. No one was laughing now. This was ridiculous. "Mayor Alec Burnhope," what a dreadfully appropriate name. He read from his page. "Delegates from Moryveil and Viradyl will be meeting here in two days," he began. "I'm holding a little festival for their arrival. Juggling! Games! Prizes! Good food to eat! Let's show them what a festive, happy village Darkwater really is!" One guy in the back of the crowd shouted "Yay!", but no one else made a peep. Wasn't he going to talk about the ghouls and wraiths? "Thank you for your time, good people of Darkwater!" He made a parting nod to Alb'leblesk. He almost did the same to Juliana, but he couldn't face her. He trotted back into the capital building. Juliana took the podium again. "Return to your homes. Thank you. Bye," she said as the crowd began to disperse.