The smell of ale and wine, but mostly cider in the air catches the attention of a passerby. Standing outside the Swaggers Inn he lurks, listening to the cheerful sounds from within for a moment before moving on towards the Baron Twothumbs residence.
How little has changed he thinks as he places a note within a box, he has no idea whether it is the box for the voting, but none the less his vote for the elf as Baron is placed, laughable, but in age we must laugh he thinks as he strolls back through the cobbled streets of Vesper...