Morning, Day Four
That evening, some of the delegates broached the idea of banding together against the night's dangers. If everyone stayed together, they suggested, and set watches, then surely they would be safe from attack. However, the proposal went nowhere, with who will watch the watchmen being the most common objection. Eventually everyone went off to their own camps, to arrange whatever defenses they could, no matter how inadequate.
The night was still and oppressive until close to dawn, when a breeze kicked up again, once more bringing with it the eerie sound of chanting. But few were awake to hear. And if anyone heard the sound of another attempt on a person's life, no one was willing to say.
In the morning, the headcount proceeded with some trepidation, but no one was missing.
While the group of humans and elves smiled at each other with surprise and relief, KingMorgan went to examine the dead Tasslehoff's belongings. He found that although the self-proclaimed assassin appeared to be telling the truth about not carrying a blade, he had possessed a weapon: a makeshift garrote constructed out of a pair of short sticks and a long, thin, strong linen cord.
It was the first indisputably usable weapon to appear, and as with the previous day's vials, there was some doubt as to whether to allow it to go up for vote. Ultimately the decision was the same, that it would.
Buoyed by the day's surprising beginning, KingMorgan, reverend oats and Lightfang gathered their documents and their assistants to begin the thorny process of discussing trade agreements -- a topic almost more to be dreaded than the prospect of death.
Posting is now open. Accusations and supports as usual in bold black and bold green; suggestions as to where to send the garrote in bold brown.
The day will end in 48 hours from the time of this post.
That evening, some of the delegates broached the idea of banding together against the night's dangers. If everyone stayed together, they suggested, and set watches, then surely they would be safe from attack. However, the proposal went nowhere, with who will watch the watchmen being the most common objection. Eventually everyone went off to their own camps, to arrange whatever defenses they could, no matter how inadequate.
The night was still and oppressive until close to dawn, when a breeze kicked up again, once more bringing with it the eerie sound of chanting. But few were awake to hear. And if anyone heard the sound of another attempt on a person's life, no one was willing to say.
In the morning, the headcount proceeded with some trepidation, but no one was missing.
While the group of humans and elves smiled at each other with surprise and relief, KingMorgan went to examine the dead Tasslehoff's belongings. He found that although the self-proclaimed assassin appeared to be telling the truth about not carrying a blade, he had possessed a weapon: a makeshift garrote constructed out of a pair of short sticks and a long, thin, strong linen cord.
It was the first indisputably usable weapon to appear, and as with the previous day's vials, there was some doubt as to whether to allow it to go up for vote. Ultimately the decision was the same, that it would.
Buoyed by the day's surprising beginning, KingMorgan, reverend oats and Lightfang gathered their documents and their assistants to begin the thorny process of discussing trade agreements -- a topic almost more to be dreaded than the prospect of death.
Posting is now open. Accusations and supports as usual in bold black and bold green; suggestions as to where to send the garrote in bold brown.
The day will end in 48 hours from the time of this post.