It started outside the so-long-closed tailor shop in the Marketplace. A few dozen folk mingling around and discussing the recent events of town, not limited to the closing of all the borders by the wall. Suede Roschen, former councilor had just scaled the overhang of one of the nearby buildings and had begun speaking to the crowd as the morning mist faded off.
"Look at what they do! They try and control us, take away what few liberties we have and deny us any hope of controlling our own lives. They seal the wall they claim is here to defend us to lock us all behind it, seperated from hope and the escape many of you desire...."
And they came.
"... rumors of the convenient cultist attacks on the Militia that have instigated their demand we disband, and the sudden creation of a constable under their control. Well I'll tell you, we've seen the truth. It was the BROTHERHOOD. All a sham to remove your last abilities to defend your own homes. They want to..."
And they came.
"... leaving you helpless in the streets. You think they care as they sit around their fat fires and large meals? Look who they brought back into the council the first chance they got? Treadwell, the man who's always fatter even in famine. They devour all the food and wonder why you starve. The man disappears in the MIDDLE of his job, and the nobles just throw his position back..."
And they came.
"... moment I joined the council they began to slander MY name. Why? Because I'm not a noble, just a regular man like you who WAS able to drag himself out of the poverty they want you to be in. So they call me a criminal, they declare that I must be a traitor as well when that doesn't work. How many of you have they called traitors? Lothbury puts out warrants for anyone who's invovled with the drow. Convenient for taking in anyone they wa..."
And they came.
"... we can no longer walk the streets safe, all thanks do a governer who gave HIMSELF the position without even an election of his own. This is TYRANY, and we deserve the right to decide how we are lead. DO NO SIT DOWN AND TAKE THIS..."
And they came.
"... having TEA PARTIES. One which I attended to try and address their mockeries. But would they have it? They claimed an even so full of our 'leaders' was no place for discussion..."
And they were angry.
"... defend yourselves. If they constable or the Brotherhood demand you move, stand fast. Carry your weapons today and on, carry whatever you must. We shall not be moved, and we shall not kowtow to their needs. Anyone who wants to leave, who planned on it? ALL OF US... All of us will march you to the wall and out today. We'll burn the damn thing down if we have to."
By late morning it would be quite hard to even move admit the chaos of downtown.