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About three quarters of an hour pass and Vanya begins to shuffle irritably. Has it all come to this? All this effort, yet the team will fail Major Madris and the Society? In their own hiding spots, Quinnick and Pree feel the same, Pree all the more so as more than one person has approached her askign if everything was alright.
Meanwhile, Shungur, Aryn and Erevan mutter to themselves as they stay to the side, not hidden at all but entertaining dark thoughts as well.
All of a sudden, you spot him. Has he spotted you? It doesn't seem so; nor does he really seem to care. Gold is a terrible temptress. That and, his disguise is clever; wearing a fake beard and having shorn his hair down almost to the scalp... Ingenious. He seems to be heading towards a cleric of Abadar in the entry way.
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"Ah! There he is! Let's go meet crafty mr Warrith then..."
Vanya signals quietely to the others pointing at the disguised Andoran and then proceeds to move next to him and exclaiming:"Halmont Warrith, by order of the People's Council of Andoran you are under arrest for embezzlement of funds, corruption and fraud. I suggest you to surrender yourself without resistance, we are fully authorized to use violence in the pursuit of justice if you give us reason to"
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The guards examine the warrant, frowns on their faces. However they concede that it is a valid warrant and that you are well within your right to make a peaceful arrest.
You quickly make your way back to Skyreach, where Major Madris waits with two Eagle knights who are quick to take custody of Councilor Warrith and of the evidence you have collected. Nodding approvingly, Major Madris invites you into the small office he keeps on Grand Lodge grounds. "Thank you all for what you have done today, Pathfinders, especially you Quinnik. You are a crdit to our cause and a credit to all freedom-loving people everywhere. There are many who have flocked to Andoran’s freedom, yet in the passing years I have come to learn that a great number of these individuals
see not love in our movement, but selfish opportunity. I fear that the direction our politicians have led us all in, while on its surface seemingly inspired and courageous, has ventured little from the rule of our exiled nobility. Class warfare remains and much of our nation’s political power is controlled either directly or indirectly by the wealthiest members of our society. Many are formal nobles who publicly renounced their titles, but privately held
onto power. For these individuals, renouncing their titles permitted
them even greater opportunity and upward mobility, especially those who worked their way into trade and politics."
He pauses only for a moment before continuing, louder.
Realizing he has become perhaps a little too loud, he clears his throat. "I apologize, sometimes mah passion gets the better of me. I certainly hope you enjoy the remaining festivities Pathfinders. I will see you all hopefully soon alongside me to fight those who would bury our dreams of freedom."