The general celebratory mood of the insurgents had faded over the course of the past 2 hours since Vorcet had excused himself to fix his body and return to his normal state of dress. THoughts had turned to the general destruction surrounding where the main portion of the fighting had happened in the center of the city. Fires still raged and people mourned over the deaths of loved ones lost in the fighting. The eyes of the residesnt of the city remained downcast, expecting yet another oppressor. It had been too long since true order had ruled in what was arguably the trade hub of the entire continent.
Vorcet waded through the masses of people and reached the central fountain in the middle of town. He hopped up on the edge and turned to face that poprtion of the crowd. He could see symbols from most of the organizations of the realms. Even the Black Church it seemed had had enough of the vectorian rule of this important trade hub of the realms. Vorcet took a breath and uttered a small spell to project his voice about him for all to hear.
"Citizens of Westbridge!" He called through the square as conversations fell to nothing and eyes turned to him on the fountain. Nervousness crept up Vorcet's spine as he continued. "It has been far too long since you have had your taste of freedom. Freedom to conduct business, freedom to leave the confines of your own city." Vorcet paused for a moment for dramatic effect. "Your own efforts in the conflict here today have helped tip the scales in your own favor and help to restore a bit of balance to the area. It may take time to realize it in full. I realize that it has been far too long under the thumb of the vectorian oppression to fully trust. But what is needed now is leadership. Leadership to help rebuild this once great city. Leadership to help enforce law." Vorcet stopped for a moment to let what he had said sink in. "I propose a council. A council of the liberators. To protect the interests of all within the borders of this great town. A council to prevent any one group from attempting to subjugate the masses and steal their livelyhoods. A balance to all of the forces that would lay claim to your home. This is mutually beneficial to all. It allows trade to flow freely through the town. Allows for the creation of jobs and the return of a standard of living to which you were once accustomed. To the Leaders of the clans of the realms, I call you forward, to discuss a joint control of westbridge. I am Vorcet of the Keepers of Balance, and I shall await word from all of you to discuss terms to make this happen. For the people! For Westbridge!"
Vorcet hopped down from the edge of the fountain and With hands in sleeves of robes walked south to check on the Bar south of the square and drown his nerves in a glass of whiskey or ten.
