It was coincidence, or perhaps fate, that left a drifting, disgraced nobleman into this village when things started to go down. Had he been a day late, he would have never been held prisoner by mercenaries. He would have never seen the town dancer dragged away as a personal prisoner. He would have never met Cecilia or her merry band.<br/><br/>But then, that was the thing about fate, wasn't it? It always left you right where you needed to be.<br/><br/>With a grin going from ear to ear, Edmund hatched his plan. He rushed into the centre of town, and threw open his ragged cloak, revealing old, worn, but regal clothes underneath. His mouth almost bore all canines, and he started yelling into the streets. "Citizens! These dogs, these dregs, these vermin who call themselves mercenaries have laid siege to Laplace Manor, by its own, cruel owner! Your beloved Lady Cecilia had been driven away under pain of death, and without her, they have taken their anger and frustration out on you! But now see! The Lady has returned! She has brought soldiers to help fight back! But she cannot do this alone; she is out manned to the last! And even now, these men continue to make your lives miserable, dragging away your friends for their depravity! I say this is enough!"<br/><br/>Drawing his sword from deep withing his robes, the last proud Ibrahim held it high. "Raise your hammers and your tables! Whatever you kind find! Your Lady needs you now, more than ever!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">No Action taken just yet</div></div>