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Where: The Merchant’s Square, Merchant’s Quarter, King’s City
When: Sunset, Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK
Bert took his time scanning the crowd around him as he stood off to one side. Ever since becoming a sheriff, he had found himself drifting further and further from the other nobles of the kingdom, as they tended to come across as snobby, or just seemed to lack basic common sense and decency. Though that also didn’t mean that he felt super close to the everyday citizens, but they certainly seemed to be better company than his wealthy colleagues.
Everyone within the square was growing restless as the ceremony was continually delayed. Bert himself hadn’t heard of any reason as to why nothing had started yet, but more than a few people had already spotted his badge and had asked if he knew what was going on. He took a moment to shift his staff to his other hand so he could lean on it a little more effectively. He had been standing for a while, and it seemed he would be standing some more.
That is, he would have been, had he not almost been knocked over by a surprise hug from behind. Bert felt his look of surprise melt into a grin as he recognized the voice of the person clinging to his back. “Kyky! Fancy meeting you here. Where have you been? I hope the storms haven’t kept you inside too much.”
On Sat, Feb 9, 2019 at 3:28 PM Rachel Balla <rachelballa@...> wrote: