Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140218020301/@comment-10906938-20140219012504

An exhausted guard ran up to Sal'ir, nearly collapsing. "Sir... there's a mob! They're gathered in front, and everyone seems to want to come to the feast! We don't have enough room!" The guard explained. Sal'ir thought for a moment. Then, he said, "Take the rest of the guards and commandeer all of the tables and chairs you can. Write the name of the owner under it, and put it in the plaza. I can be up in the balcony so everyone can see me and no one has to get trampled. Death by excitement puts a damper on the whole festival." Sal'ir concluded, helping pull the tables set up into the street.