Preparing for O Tal Nor

Ziah strolled through Farstrider Square rummaging in the large bag she carried. She stopped in the middle of the square and looked around, then headed for the back of the weaponsmith's caravan.

She pulled a large piece of rolled up parchment out of her bag and carefully unrolled it, holding it up against the wall and smiling approvingly. Taking a small hammer out of her bag and a handful of tacks from her pocket, she proceeded to nail it to the wall.

As she worked a fair-haired Silvermoon guardian came into the square and, attracted by the sound of tapping, peered around the side of the caravan to find the source of the noise.

He frowned as he saw what was going on and, as Ziah knocked in the last tack and stood back to admire the brightly coloured poster now firmly attached to the wall, the guard tapped her on the shoulder.

"Shorel'aran - what are you doing? This is vandalism," he snapped as she turned to face him, gesturing to the poster.

Ziah sighed and replaced the hammer in her bag where a dozen more rolled up posters lay. "This isn't vandalism, it's O Tal Nor," she replied, pointing to the words on the poster.

"What do you take me for? The festival of the new day hasn't been celebrated in years - since before the scourge came," the guardian replied, looking sceptically at the poster, which declared the festival celebrations would be taking place the following month.

The rogue sighed again at the stupidity of the city guards. "Well I know that," she replied scornfully. "But obviously it's been ressurected. And we have permission to publicise it however we like within the city. I have special permission from the magistrix."

The guard raised one eyebrow doubtfully and moved forward to read the poster. Ziah stepped back to let him get closer.

"Hmm... It seems to be alright, but I shall still have to check your permission to display these notices in the city," he told her. "You'll have to come with me to the magistrix."

He turned around but the rogue had disappeared. From the far end of the square he thought he heard laughter, but he couldn't see anyone there. Sighing despondantly he turned back to the poster, then smiled as he read through the small print - it sounded like it would be an interesting evening.

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