
GM - Lantern |

The wind gusts on your face as you are headed toward the town hall.
You know the town hall. You’ve seen it a thousand times. Every weekend there is some kind of a celebration being held here. Be it one of Haskors – the local smiths – daughters getting married, a community feast, midsummer festival, first harvest festival, last harvest festival you could go on. But today is a workday and you expect the building to looks different. The big wooden doors should closed and there will be no ornaments on the wooden walls that would get you in the spirit of celebration. No drunk bards attempting to sing, no barmaids running around with mugs full of beverage.
You can already make out the town hall and it truly does look plain. But you didn’t come here to admire its plainness. You’ve received word from the mayor that you should meet him today in the town halls dining room. You can suspect that it has something to do with the ever inevitable test of maturity that you will have to partake in sooner or later. It would also be a good guess that you weren’t the only one who would end up being called here.
Ah, the guess was correct - as you are approaching the entrance your eyes catch sight of an 3 other younglings coming toward the hall it would be quite possible that they are here to meet the mayor – just as yourself.