Former-Governor Burnie was languishing within his home with several guardsmen. Just where she had left him. She had quickly shouted her promises to return over what she could only assume was a deluge of words and sentences and ducked out. She needed time to consider the opportunity that lay bare before her. She was to be an advisory to the new government and, in the meantime, to the interim Governor. Certainly not what she had expected, but she could manage with that.
A new sense of responsibility settled upon her shoulders and she hoped that she would wear it well.
Her first order of business came about when she heard whispers about the half-orc having beaten that strange girl who wore a skull on her head until she could barely stumble away. The same man who she had almost allowed into her company. She sighed and rubbed fingers across her temples, glad that he had declined her request. Luck seemed to be with her. For all the whispers said that the girl was dangerous, that she probably had deserved it, that was publicity that she did not need.
The matter would rest, but it did bring about certain questions of law. As far as she could tell, the militia had their claws trimmed and tails tucked after the unrest in town.
There needed to be order. There needed to be consequence.
Posters were nailed around town the following day by the men in her company:
Calling All Able-Bodied Men and Women!
Wanted: Members of the Myrken Miltia
Good pay and benefits of serving your country and His Majesty.
If you hold interest, please direct your questions to The Lady Egris Verreaux or any of her men.