Zemoc's strong voice carries across the Market Square.  There is a magnetism to his words, and people stop their scuffling, and begin to gather round the upended crate where he speaks.<br/><br/>There is, at first, muttering.<br/><br/>Then some approving sounds.<br/><br/>Then some half-hearted cheers.<br/><br/>Then some louder cheers and applause from the group.<br/><br/>The mayor, who vaguely looks as though he was just forced to swallow one of the rats in the mill, steps forward, and waves his hand to the crowd.<br/><br/>"Yes," he says somewhat nonplussed to have his thunder stolen, "Yes good folks.  These fine adventurers have come to us, from the King himself, to save us."<br/><br/>His miniature speech pales in comparison to that of Zemok, though there are nevertheless ripples of applause for his words.<br/><br/>The man the mayor identified as Gareth returns, somewhen during the speeches.  His face is impassive, but Zemok cannot help but feel that his gaze is icy at best.<br/><br/>Oprah watches the proceedings with a widening grin on her face.  She places a hand to her mouth and "asides" to Olga "I told Jeb y'all were worth it, and by Glenys y'all are!"<br/><br/>(Of course, Zemoc cannot help but notice the four men gasping the abandoned bags of flour and hauling ass away from Market Square ....)