Got just one page done last night. I was pretty tired, and I have an early call today, so I decided to head to bed early.
Not much happened last night. Our unnamed hero left the building where the Bastard had set up shop after recovering from those scented candles. The noise from the protesters had died down. He could even hear gunfire up in the mountains again.
One of the first things he saw was two lines of fay – one of elves, the other of hobgoblins – being watched by the rez’s security troops. They were trussed up, and the soldiers were emptying our armfuls of dwarven swords and spears out of the back of a truck, so he guessed that the elves and hobgoblins had been caught fighting one of the rez’s incessant racial wars.
The elves and hobgoblins were also throwing up – possibly from the steel in the soldiers’ trucks or their own weapon, possibly from their plastic zip cuffs. Our hero yelled at the soldiers for about five minutes to at least take the cuffs off, then walked away after being completely ignored.