"By the flames of Kossuth, why would Quaster seek to aid me in any way... especially after going out of his way to attack me, some time ago, in Hilp. Not to mention, his attacks upon my brethren." ponders Stark. "Something is horribly amiss. He's surely up tosome deviant scheme." His eyes slowly close, as the soothing warmth of the fire lures him into slumber.
Later, as he quickly makes his way to meet with Atandella and Elbryan to report on his mission, Stark is halted by a small mob of people crowded about a publicly posted proclamation.
Noting that the notice bears the scales of Tyr, Stark scans the document halfheartedly, eager to be on his way. His eyes widen in shock as the meaning of the words spider their way into his brain; he rereads the message yet again.
Unrestrained, raucous laughter echoes about the Square, causing people to turn from their gossiping and level confused looks at the mirthful bird-man.
"No wonder." gasps Stark between bouts of fits. "This trial is indeed going to be interesting." He continues laughing as he leaves, ready to share the joke with the others.
