A dwarf is shouting at a man in the splendid robes of an Archbanker of Abadar.
It is Taxfest(real Golorian holiday) you should be listening to the people of the city not your damn sycophants.
The dwarf waves his arm at the collected group of clerics and businessmen. The man closest to the Archbanker stands up.
Be silent you are speaking to Prince-Archbanker Cole Ravnagask, the ruler of Braganza in Molthune, holder of the original copy of Abadar's holy book, The Order of Numbers. you are just a lowly cleric just mast you novitiate.
The dwarf gets up and shouts
This is pointless you need to stop building The city is barely half full and you have commissioned another dozen buildings. "frequently shed the skin of the old and clothe itself in the finery of the new." doesn't mean never stop building especially since you are making this place a ghost town.
At this Cole Ravnagask raises his hand for silence even the enraged dwarf quiets as he speaks.
I am in charge of these land Fren. If you believe me wrong prove it. I charge you to build a city greater than this and I will follow your advice I swear this to Abadar.
He smirks at the dwarf
Now be gone take nothing from my lands but what you have on you and do not return, laugh until you prove me wrong.
Farn left the halls and traveled looking for the opportunity to complete his task.