Moving towards the King's seat, Brand took out a pen of his and signed his name on the document.<br/>"One more nail on the bastard's coffin.  Come on up everyone, sooner we get this all dolled up in our signatures, sooner we can be back in a tavern supping a pint and enjoying a good day's work done."<br/>Sliding the Sandgoose off of his shoulders and inspecting the weapon, Brand smiled in grim satisfaction that it was in good condition and ready to be used.  Checking that he had enough bullets on him, Brand twirled the rifle in a flair of acrobatic showmanship before holstering it back on his shoulder.  Cocking an ear to the singing that seemed to be going on, Brand shrugged and headed towards the doorway.<br/>"And I hear we have some escorts and additional firepower.  This is going to be a very, very good day."