Michael stopped, his back to Tolbar, as he listened quietly to the bard. Turning around, Michael walked slowly towards Tolbar again, each step deliberate and careful; his face set in determined calm.<br/><br/>"Listen mate, if you're going to bend the truth to manipulate people make sure you know what you're doing. I'm not at all opposed to half truths and lying, but at least know when you can get away with it. If that child of a scribe had of gotten the Mayor what would you have done to justify your interruption?" Michael's voice raised slightly as he pointed back in the direction of the Mayor's House.<br/><br/>"We will have to leave after meeting with the Mayor, which will mean a later ship tomorrow if necessary. Rose would rather that than you pissing off the Mayor and the entire town by screaming out your message as you threatened that poor kid you would do back there," Michael's voice strained with the rising anger in it.<br/><br/>"Some poor bastard that probably would have been sacked for your impatient self importance, not that you'd care. As long as you get your bit over with, regardless of how tactless it is or what bridges you burn. If you want people to help you, you can't push past them and assume you know better than they do," Michael snarled.<br/><br/>Breathing heavily, Michael took a step back from Tolbar, "Mate, just find Rose and tell her we can't see the Mayor until the morning. I'll see you back at the Inn."<br/><br/>Michael headed back down the nearest street, intent on getting to the Inn as quickly as possible.