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Message: <blockquote data-quote="PsicrystalAffinity" data-source="post: 3152267" data-attributes="member: 30270">The room is large, 30ft, by 60.  At the far end is a large fire crackling gentlely in the fire place against the wall.  Above that is the town crest a mix of both families' coats of arms from the twons two founders.  Behind it are two flags with their poles crossed.  One depicting a tree sillouetted infront of the setting sun, for the elven nations.  The other is the royal griffon of the human empire on red silk.  On a table off to the side are the refreshments.  A pot of green tea, a jug of water, and some bicuits.  The walls are white, and on each of them is hanging a painting of the towns previouse mayors.  There is a door on either of the two side walls, and stairs leading up on both the left and right side of the far wall.  The smell the large wood fire premeates the room.The council has a surprised look on their faces, when they see you suddenly enter.  The conversations ends immediately.  Mr Lavell deftly motions you toward the refreshemnt table, in repsonse to your question about the tea.Mr. Bottes has a sheepish grin on his face, but remains silent.Councillor Smith, a fat human merchant with oily hair, breaks the silence by crying out angrely, "We wouldn't need to hire adventurers, if the elves would get off their lazy arses, and send in some troops to protect their own bords once in a while!"To witch Councillor Gaspa, a tall thin elf with with preicing eyes, responds, "Lazy elves?  what of the human armies, you are so proud to boast of?  Where are they? In this our time of troubles?"The two quickly degress into a shouting match about politics, and recent disputes between the elven kindoms and the human empire, involving trade, logging rights, and highway taxes.</blockquote>

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