A cloaked, masked figure slips up to the doors of the Shady Corner on a cloudy starless night, a slip of parchment in hand. Looking around to see no one there, the figures tacks the note to the door and glances over the words once more:
Town of Jastery,
Your beloved warlock sheriff has been elected under false pretenses. She houses a demon inside her body that has demanded sacrifice and devoured the Uordeq Rasiri once already. Reconsider your trust of this dangerous creature, who knows what damage she may have secretly cause inside your town already.
Satisfied with the writing, the figure slips out of town and into the night.
Somewhere at the wooded outskirts of Jastrey to any onlookers it would appeared as if a bush had suddenly taken a disliking to where it was rooted and was desperately struggling to escape. However it isn't long before a woozy and very much hungover dwarf crawls pitifully out from under the foliage.
With an odd combination of both a burp and a grumble that only a true dwarf could ever produce; none other than Blisdon the dwarf takes a moment to pull himself up to his feet and brush off the dirt and foliage from himself. After taking a quick assessment of his surroundings his nose catches the unmistakeable direction of alcohol and he begins to stumble his way back to the comfort and abundant booze of the tavern. He nearly throws open the door without a second thought in his haste to quench his thirst with copious ammounts of alcohol, he notices what seems to be a fresh piece of parchment upon the door which his eye. After feeling its rough edges the hungover healer finally deems that it is not a hallucination originating from any mushrooms he might have consumed and began to read it's contents...
Even with his blurred vision he can make out the cold accusations written upon the parchment he considers all what the accusations might entail and carefully stroked his long beard as dwarves are often known to do.
Besides the typical herbs and dubious mushrooms that he keeps readily handy inside of his thick dwarven beard something...unexpected falls out. A bishop piece that matches the same see-a-move-make-a-move chess set thats always sitting upon a table within the tavern and grinning to himself at the irony of the omen.
"I s'pose that the chess set aint' the only game being played in Jastrey..." mumbled the thirsty dwarf to himself as he pushed open the thick set of doors and deeply inhaled the welcoming fumes of overpriced and watered down tavern ale.
Akon rolls her shoulder, and leans back against the tavern wall, sitting alone at one of the benches around the tables. She glances over casually to the dwarf as he enters, hand resting out of habit casually across the hilt of her Blackblade. She reaches for her own mug infront of her and takes a drink of the water therein, watching the dwarf stagger into the tavern.
Blisdons smirk might have been difficult to notice under the thick and hardly tamed dwarven beard. "Evenin' Sheriff." He says in a groggy and hoarse tone as he takes a seat across the table and several feet away downwards at the same bench the uordeq is seated at.
"I coulda' swore I heard someone chucklin' ominously outside just a little while back, Aint' nothing wakes a dwarf up faster than hearing an uordeq chucklin in the distance...Woke me from a refreshing nap and everythin'." Blisdon eyes greedily wandered to a half empty and room temperature tankard of ale that had been abandoned for the night and doesn't hesitate at all to completely drain it's contents down his parched throat before turning his attention back to the uordeq.
"However a little ink birdy tells me you're drinkin' fer two now, yeah? I s'pose congratulations must be in order." He says coyly and in a much more refreshed tone; his grin stretching his bushy beard from ear to ear as he absentmindedly plays with the lone chesspiece in his spare hand.
Marduk walks up to the tavern and pauses to read the note nailed to the door.... he laughs a bit then pulls the paper off the nail, turns it over, and puts it back on the nail blank side up.
He then pulls out a piece of charcoal and writes on the parchment:
Town Meeting at the Tavern
Meeting point - amendment to the laws of Jastry
All townsfolk please attend
Akon smirks, chuckling lightly at the Dwarf's comments about Uordeq, then amusedly reponds. "Aye, I suppose so. At least according to that ink bird. News to me after all. I'm so glad someone decided to inform me of my supposeded alements."
She smirks, completely relaxed and amused, taking another swig of her water. "Afterall, I tend to believe everything everyone says about me. I wouldn't for a moment think that someone was out to slander my reputation. Being town Sheriff tends to make you a lot of friends, you see."
Akon walks the parameter of town casually, eyes glancing along the tree lines and watching for any signs of trouble. She then hears the faint rustle of the paper as it is pulled by the breeze and flutters against the tavern door, just barely catching a glimpse of the small bodied and hooded figure fade into the night. Walking up to inspect the parchment, a sly smirk comes over her features. Chuckling darkly, she glances it over, shakes her head in amusement, and leaves it there for all of town to see. She then opens the tavern door, and walks inside, taking a seat towards the front of the tavern.