"Of course you have a choice. The only problem is, disobeying my direct orders is a mild form of treason, and I might have you imprisoned, or perhaps even fined," he replies, chuckling. "As I said, you have proven quite valuable, and I don't suspect you'll rust away into worthlessness, any time soon." He raises his glass to Draiss again. "To the future!"<br/><br/>Four weeks later, just a week before the ceremony that will grant him his title, he finds, early one morning, a rather large group of protesters, almost fifty strong, this time. Considerably more well-dressed and organized than the previous group, this group is protesting Draiss' appointment to the nobility... though, this time, the townsfolk have turned out, to try to drive away these protesters, declaring their support for their founder, mayor, and soon-to-be lord.