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Meho went looking for bzlkat among the fighters, then produced a small fellow bearing a statesman’s name and declared herself ancient before the newer noticeboards. A fair complaint. Their lettering seems designed by someone paid per unnecessary flourish.
Arrowyy was caught maintaining a banner-house with a name not fit for polite cloth. He insisted it was merely a loose gathering, open to all sorts, which is precisely how such banners begin before someone starts demanding matching tabards.
Blaedy asked the only useful question: how many signatures it takes to make the foolishness official. Arrowyy then noticed his invitation named no inviter at all. An empty space, inviting men into a house nobody admits to owning. Very modern magic.