Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-24696651-20160207113432

"The Jarl is dead!" a junior bureaucrat called out to the masses assembled in the plaza of Mistveil Keep. Silence fell on the assorted masses. He had been popular.

"He was slain valiantly in righteous combat against the bandits of Faldar's Tooth," he continued. "The throne passes to his son, Saerlund. The Regency Council will rule in his stead until he has come of age."

There was a pause before he continued.

"Since the Court Wizard has declined to join, it has been decided that a burgher will join the council, nominated from among their ranks."

At this, Cynric raised an eyebrow. He was in a special seating area designated for the bourgeoisie. As such, he was eligible to join this council. He listened to the rest of the speech, which was an obituary rather than useful information. When the bureaucrat finished, he trailed Karl Black-Briar, who would likely attempt to join the bureaucracy. When Cynric saw Karl enter his mansion, he slipped in through a window, into the study where Karl would likely go to make plans. He got there before Karl, so lit a candle. He waited for a few minutes before he heard the key turn in to lock and the door opened.

"Surprise," he said laconically as Karl stared at him, dumbfounded.