Glimmer can be seen flitting about town in a flurry, nailing papers to doors everywhere. Upon further inspection, the following can be read in bright pink crayons:
The Brotherhood of The Bladed Gavel
To the above mentioned party or parties, notice is hereby given that you are in default of being proper people in the eyes of Fae Law, meaning in the eys of myself, Glimmer Forgesplitter. You have exactly and precisely three whole days to move yourselves and all your belongings out of the Brotherhood Tower on the premesis of saying no to myself, Glimmer Forgesplitter. Henrietta the Dragon Forgesplitter is a hungry girl. You may all continue to reside in the home that was left to me by Astrum and Garrith on the premise that you each pay in treasure amounting to ten gold a month each to help her grow into a healthy little dragon. Binx may also continue to have her living privledges in the dungeon, as myself has stated. Pay or leave. That is all.
PS Snowball can stay.
Glimmer flits about nailing these documents all over town.
Glimmer stands idly in the tavern doorway. "Use my head to soften the mountain, huh? Guess my note got your attention, as well as the rest of you, I'd assume. Since absolutely none of you have spoken to me since the vote, outside of Snowball purring a bunch and being lovey, as well as Keg talking me down out of a fit, this was the best I could do. Quit rufflin your beard and don't threaten my husband again."
Berendor, being so caught up in trying to create new phrases, had failed to notice Glimmer in the least. The sudden sound of her voice causes Berendor to jerk his head up, and lock eyes with her.
His brief surprise is replaced with his original anger.
"What in the blazes are ye' up to fae? Not spoken to yeh? I've been tearin' mah blasted beard out tryna' clear this mess up! An' I'll threaten your thrice-blasted husband all ah bloody well like! If we were still the yung'uns we used ta be, I'd bury 'is head in quicksand. Wouldn't be the firs' time I've dun'nit! I owe 'im one anyways after he slapped a cave slug on ma' face a year or two past!"
"Oh do calm down you rock biter! I'm up to nothing, other than trying to find out why my so called friends have said no to someone who's been thick with them for so long. Got your attentions now, didn't it! It's a harmless letter meant to start conversation because none of you oafs would speak!" Glimmer giggles triumphantly and munches on her cookies.
Glimmer looks to Victor, and emits a shrill wailing sob. "But NO BODY wants me there! Everyone forgets that it's my home too! I can't stay there now! WHOA IS meeeeeeeeee!" Glimmer begins to giggle and says "Ok Ok Ok. I sorry! Jeeze. You play ONE little tricksies and every one goes all Dalgoon about it. I doesn't really wants anybody to move out. I just wanted my friends to talk to me. Jeeze. Bumbly beard over there is madder than a swarm of bees sittin on a fresh stack of honey he is!" Glimmer plops onto the tavern floor, looking quite a mess. She hiccups twice, then stuffs an entire pouch of cookies in her mouth. When she's finished, she's still a bit shaky and pulls a tiny cellophane wrapped candy out of a tiny candy sized pocket. Popping it into her mouth she says "I'm ok now. Wooooooooooooo Heeeeeeeeeee Wooooooo heeeeee." Glimmer begins to settle into a blank stare.
Berendor's color peaks as he mumbles a string of words no mother would be proud of and then throws his hands in the air, resigned.
"Blasted fairies. I was looking forward to a nice quite ale, but now I'm too bloody angry ta be thirsty."
He then proceeds into the tavern still mumbling.
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"I'll have ta drink until I'm thirsty again.."
Glimmer giggles at Ohren's antics and says "Everybody quit talkin' to me after the Brootherhood voted no on me. So I posted an eviction from the tower notice and they don't seem to like it too much." Glimmer passes a pouch of cookies to Ohren. "I was just kiddin's though. I'm movin to the Citadel with my Tacky!"
Glimmer dumps her cookies in a pile. "Eviction is when you post a notice telling people they can't live in a place anymore. I was trying to make them all leave since they don't want me. It was just a joke, but yeah, I'm moving with Taklinn into the Citdael since we're marrieds now. It's just time, and those guys don't want me around in the guild, so I figure I shouldn't be around in the tower, either. So I'm packing up my stuffs and moving on."
Berendor comes tromping towards the tavern, humming an old dwarven song. His boots are dirty and his appearance is best described as dusty. Obviously returning from the mines to drink off a hard day's work, his song is cut short as a brightly written note catches his eye. His bushy eyebrows sink lower the more he reads. He expression darkens and his cheeks take on a scarlet glow. A vein in his temple bulges and strong curses can be heard slipping past his clenched teeth as Berendor tries to control his fury.
"Ya try ta bloody 'elp someone and this is 'ow they repay ya. Next I see her or Taklinn I'll use their blasted heads to soften the mountain, so I migh' save the wear on me damned pickaxe."
His bloody tirade continue as he rips down the paper and crumples it so tightly in his fist that his knuckles bulge. He then crams it in his pocket and stomps towards the tavern, proceeded by his foul curses.