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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DEFCON 1" data-source="post: 2857744" data-attributes="member: 7006">In all the years people have lived in Seawell, there was one truth that could be easily followed... you didn't need to listen to a member of the Luttin clan, because what came out of their mouths usually was self-serving claptrap.  However, this speech by the young Nelson was different.  As he went off and displayed a large amount of compassion for the town as a whole and not just his own interests... most of the folks within the compound took notice.  And after he turned away to "find a mop", the others remained silent.After about a minute, Watchmaster Silversun turns and address the group as a whole."Nobody is blameless here.  We all do things that in the grand scheme of things result in problems for ourselves and others.  Whether it's intruding on the homeland of others... assuming the worst in all types of people without getting to know them first... or making assumptions without gathering enough evidence to support your ideas.  I think this is something we all need to remember... myself included."He looks at each of the folks who have volunteered to help find Jango, and speaks to them quietly but firmly.  "It is too easy for all of us to make snap decisions without first considering all sides.  My boy is missing, and my first thought is 'kill the reptiles who took him!'  But to be honest... I have no proof that any of the lizardfolk tribes are responsible.  I have no proof that every single lizardfolk wants to do me harm.  Yandson..." he looks at the young Garrick, "you have a friend from one of the tribes, don't you?  Which is more credit than many of us have given them."He puts his arm around his daughter and slowly exhales.  "The facts of the situation are truly just this.  Our outlying farms and roads into town have been preyed upon more in the past month than all the other times combined that I can remember.  We've had few caravans come in, and we haven't seen a ship arrive from the south in well over a month.  SOMETHING has gotten the tribes upset.  But we haven't learned from it.  It hasn't stopped the Finder's Guild from still traipsing through the swamps looking for dragonshards... it hasn't stopped adventure seekers from going out into the wilderness or out to the Xothkazzik Ruins looking for Host-knows-what..." he looks into his daughter's eyes with a bit of a reproachful look. "And it hasn't stopped any of us from taking a 'kill-first-ask-questions-later-approach' to dealing with the problem."He nods to Watchman Rodden and motions for him that it's time to leave the Compound.  "Perhaps my son being lost is a blessing in disguise.  I've finally seen to look at this situation as a problem to be solved, rather than a war to be defended against.  Those of you who have volunteered or hired to go out there to find Jango.  This is not a military operation.  Don't go looking for a fight.  Please.  We have a problem.  Let's try and SOLVE the problem before just destroying the cause.  Because if we truly make this into a war with the lizardfolk... we won't win."He turns and escorts Jina and Rodden out of the compound.  Assuming the rest of the party follows them out, they gather outside the building and Watchmaster Silversun kisses his daughter on the forehead and hands her his own thinblade sword.  "Jina, show these people where you were attacked and where you were when you last saw your brother.  And the rest of you... please... find my boy... but not at the expense of whatever goodwill we might possibly have remaining with the lizardfolk out there.  Please."  He nods once more, and he and Rodden turn and begin walking back to the outpost in the South Wall District.</blockquote>

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