The Red Dragon Tavern Gossip.

"Armies, armies, armies everything seems to be centred about fighting these days. Can’t we all just get along and live in harmony. Why it seemed to work in the good old days. What we need is a new Magister, now where could we get one of those?"

"I heard Martin A'’Peylian a speaking last week. Right little rabble rouser, as if things weren’t bad enough down in the fourth tier. Everyone wants their own little riot these days."

"Count Indigo, nice bloke, he gave me a really really nice candleholder all gold and everything ooh arrghh. So I sold it, got me a nice little food bonus. Those rich folk really aren’t so bad. Especially as I saw him down a workin’ in the fields recently."

"She came to see me last night. Milky eyes and hands all bloody. Her every step seemed to dance across the floor boards and her tears collected in pools of white below her eyes. I tell you I saw her die, why is she haunting me now? Poor Merlinda."

"Two cresents and a full moon, that’s outrageous what kind of price do you call that. You snobs in the fourth tier looking down on us folks in the town. I’ve had enough I tell you, dammit when that army comes in I bet you aren’t even gonna let us through to gate for protection. Well your days are numbered I tell you, your days are numbered."

"That wall is all that stands between us and the lower tiers. Can you believe that all that protects our lives from those scum is that wall and the Magisters guards. Bloody peasants."

"Seems like everyone wants to be a guard these days. What with the Dark Knight’s looking after the fourth tier, Thug-U-Like in the town and all those watch groups. I suppose it’s to do with all the pay they get, especially after those donations from the second tier."

"The Seven Isles are going to be Taeorn’s saviours. In the darkest night our friends in the other cities are going to come and save us. Our ancient trading partners in other countries will come forth and help out. That ship that came in bore secret information about how to save us all. Praise our friends from abroad."

A poem that has been circulating around for the last few weeks.
Ode to Ronan