Postby Pallas » Thu Feb 28, 2019 1:06 am
* A muted fanfare is heard coming from the direction of a guildhall's gates, followed by ... absolutely nothing for a few moments! Then movement becomes just visible within a dark shadow cast by the light of the 'rifter and Pallas emerges, looking rather red in the face and sounding slightly breathless. As he speaks he attempts to hide a metal musical instrument behind his back*
My friends, citizens of Fol. Excuse my tardiness - I thought a swift clean-up and a comb through my hair was in order. That's worked - not sure about this, though. *he casts the instrument aside* I should have just rung a bell or something ... *he laughs, takes a breath and tries again*
I urge all loyal citizens to be vigilant, to seek out actions or words which may betray the foull demons who masquerade amongst us. Bring me your accusations or concerns and I will consider all that is told to me. Let us hope that together we can banish one of those who prey on the true citizens of Fol. Speak to me privately, or leave a note beside me.
*He places a previousely-opened treasure-box on the ground beside himself, and sits waiting, sipping his habitual glass of wine*
The joke is on the bloke who never spoke a word at all
But whose dreams lay unrevealed 'til they were rotten ...
Lindisfarne 'The Things I Should Have Said'