A Day in the Life of Adventurers (Mista Collins)

[Someone]

The warforged meditates for a moment on what the man wanted to say, or if he wants to reply. No, since it´s not the topic at hand. "I still fail to see why do you protest here" says then. "It is unproductive, and can actually hurt your cause. If the king does nothing, and does not want to hear you, you should try to do something yourselves, or look for someone who can.

There must other ways to rescue your relatives. There are always other tactics to win a battle: you should try to think outside you programming and be creative.

 

[Bront]

Valahandra steps up to speak, an unusuall confidence and tone in her voice, and an odd look in her eyes. "What if they could bring all the bodies home? Who will be there to idenify them? Which ones will even be identifyable? The losses of battle hurt, but those that died in battle did so because they believed in what they faught for. And you all would not be here today if they did not make their sacrifice. Honor their memory in the peace that they faught for, not by rousing violence and anger in the name of their memories."

Valahandra stands tall and determined agains the crowd, her confidence obvious in her voice and stance.

 

[Goddess FallenAngel]

Kyna begins to show an interest in what the gentleman was saying. She looks to be on the verge of speaking - in support or denial, it is unsure - when Valahandra speaks.

Gazing at the other elf with surprise, then respect, Knya nods in agreement and relaxes back into leaning against the doorjam, watching the proceedings, her words unspoken.

 

[Kerrz]

Runila looks up at the man standing beside her on the cart with a wary gaze. When the other elf speaks, she turns towards Valahandra and cringes. She knows that the elf is not going to calm these people by telling them that their whole plan is wrong.

Turning back to the man on the cart she says to him, "My friend... If you're going to claim that the crown should be responsible, then I recommend you go petition to the crown. The people who can hear you now in the shops and houses around here can do nothing to help you."

"The only people from the government who will come to see you are guards. They will disperse you because it is their job, and they will ignore you because it is easier to sleep at night if they do that."

"You must disperse this crowd before someone gets hurt and go to face the royalty alone. Stories will be told of your protest here, but if this turns into an unruly mob broken up by guards you will lose much credibility. If you can prove that you are concerned citizens who are in control, then you will be listened to."

"Kings do not listen to mobs. They feel threatened by mobs and destroy them. Do not allow your friends to become a mob. Send them home and finish this job on your own, I beg of you, before someone gets hurt," she pleads from the bottom of her heart.

 

[Mista Collins]

"It is unproductive, and can actually hurt your cause. If the king does nothing, and does not want to hear you, you should try to do something yourselves, or look for someone who can.

There must other ways to rescue your relatives. There are always other tactics to win a battle: you should try to think outside you programming and be creative.

The gentleman looks at you and looks to the crowd. "If you gather enough people, our voices must be heard. If he does not listen, then the king is blind."

"What if they could bring all the bodies home? Who will be there to idenify them? Which ones will even be identifyable? The losses of battle hurt, but those that died in battle did so because they believed in what they faught for. And you all would not be here today if they did not make their sacrifice. Honor their memory in the peace that they faught for, not by rousing violence and anger in the name of their memories."

"We are not the elves of your land, we do not look towards battle and war the same as you do. It is not only the bodies of the dead we seek, it is the return of the living. We want to know what has happened to many of our loved ones who left for the war and were taken prisoners. Our group is not here for violence. We are here so that we may be heard." This statement seems mostly true as with the large amount of people in Markenny Plaza, only a few seem to be causing problems. Those who are causing problems, seem to be stopped by the others around them in a fairly quick fashion. Chants of protest for the families lost still continue to echo off the towers surrounding the square.

"My friend... If you're going to claim that the crown should be responsible, then I recommend you go petition to the crown. The people who can hear you now in the shops and houses around here can do nothing to help you."

"The only people from the government who will come to see you are guards. They will disperse you because it is their job, and they will ignore you because it is easier to sleep at night if they do that."

"You must disperse this crowd before someone gets hurt and go to face the royalty alone. Stories will be told of your protest here, but if this turns into an unruly mob broken up by guards you will lose much credibility. If you can prove that you are concerned citizens who are in control, then you will be listened to."

"Kings do not listen to mobs. They feel threatened by mobs and destroy them. Do not allow your friends to become a mob. Send them home and finish this job on your own, I beg of you, before someone gets hurt,"

"I understand that we should petition the crown, but we need enough people for our voices to be heard," The gentleman states as he steps off of the empty cart, it rocking a little bit with his movement. Still standing on the cart, you are now looking the man straight in the eyes. There seems to be a sincere look upon his face when he says, "We have tried getting an audience with those in power, but have been turned away. We have been pushed aside and told there is nothing they can do about other nations keeping information from the Last War behind borders. If enough people understand the crime against those who just want answers, then maybe other nations will listen. How do we go about this besides holding rallies throughout Sharn and other cities as we do now?"

 

[Someone]

The gentleman looks at you and looks to the crowd. "If you gather enough people, our voices must be heard. If he does not listen, then the king is blind."

The warforged presumes he meant deaf, but doesn´t continue with the conversation. Frankly, he thinks their emotion cloud their judgement, pushing them into doing foolish actions. But they are none of his concern, and he doesn´t feel compeled to help them, so...

"Shall we go inside? says. "I don´t think we´re doing anything here"

 

[Kerrz]

Runila shrugs, and agrees with the warforged. Before hopping down off of her cart though, she turns to the crowd again. "Now... don't you cause any trouble you hear? I'd hate to see any of you good people go to jail or get hurt over this little inn and neighbourhood... but I'll defend its honour if I have to."

 

[Goddess FallenAngel]

Kyna turns to Valahandra. "Perhaps we should go inside too - we haven't had a chance to finish catching up yet, what with the talk of the play. It's been forever since I saw you last." She smiles, but keeps a wary eye on the crowd.

 

[Bront]

"I agree, there is no need for this anymore." Valahandra says. She retruns to the Inn, and checks out the window, to see if perhaps a simple mending spell might be able to fix it tomorow.

 

[Primus]

Jal nodded and returned. As the young sorcerer returned to his seat his normally unfocused stare seemed to be even more intense, his silence suddenly seemingly greater than usual.

The encounter outside had brought back his own memories of loved ones lost in the war. Grief made men do strange things, he knw, and he could not blame the rioters for their feelings. He chose not to say these things however, as he doubted that his associates would understand his particular burden.

And so, one of the last sons of Cyre continued eating his stew and listening to the others discuss a play.