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Elinor’s heels clicked rapid and menacing on the marble floor as she entered Town Hall and headed for the Board offices. She was wearing her finest suit of armor: a silk dress of rich, DunBroch green. There was not a hair out of place. Beneath her arm was her weapon: a manila folder.

When she entered, she knocked on the door frame. She had purposefully come during the shift change to catch as many people as possible, though it seemed, as her eyes skated over the members in the room, that she had missed Pacifica. That was unfortunate.

“Hello, esteemed Members of the Board,” Elinor started. “As you know, I am Elinor DunBroch, lady of Best Castle and I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time to discuss the aftermath of June 18th.”