<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9347.msg349162#msg349162">Quote from: CirclMastr on 12-05-2007, 20:15:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The deal being secured, Gariland once again heads for the booth to register himself for the contest.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The line for the registration table is short, but moves very, very slowly.  After a few moments, Gariland deduces the reason for this would be the hunched, arthritic old man with the beak-like nose and oversized head who sits behind it.  He is clad in dirt-brown, his tunic and trousers ratty and worn, and his peaked cap en-haloed with bells too rusty to jingle.  To his left is a voluminous tome which he consults from time to time.  To his right, a pile of forms.<br/><br/>This must be the Eloplaster of whom young Vulan speaks with such venom.<br/><br/>He certainly enjoys drawing the process out.  Hearken:<br/><br/>"The Ducal Festivities are of course governed in their entirety by the strict and traditional sumptuary laws of Cuirnif, and you must abide by them at every step in the preparation and presentation of your culinary works.  I shall appraise you of infractions, along with the customary fines and penalties.  Sign here."<br/><br/>Repeat as needed.<br/><br/>Finally, after listening to the same spiel half a dozen times, Gariland is finally the poor soul directly across from the aged Eloplaster.<br/><br/>"Huh.  A foreigner, and one dressed quite inappropriately for the occasion!  The Duke's whims try traditional propriety.  Ah, well.  Here is your form.  Fill it out forthwith.  The Ducal Festivities are of course governed..."<br/><br/>Et cetera, et cetera.