Four Corners on Nordau Street. (Enorian.) (4232)
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. Bearing
a blue and yellow flag, a large flagpole stands here as a testament to the
indomitable will of the Beacon of Light. A seedling of the ancient Heartwood
blooms from the earth here. A wooden stake has been left here. A pike with the
decapitated head of Jaffrem has been erected here. Atop a gilded lamp post, a
merry flicker of flame lends light to the surroundings. A perfectly pristine
mirror set within its palm, an enormous marble hand rises from the ground here.
A rounded bench rests nearby, low to the ground. A grook peddler stands here,
situated beside his ramshackle pushcart. There are 2 plain grey packs here.
There are 2 monolith sigils here. A blue and gold chest sits here, carved with
helpful novice tips. A small sign points into a market stall. The blue and gold
flag of Enorian flaps proudly in the breeze here. A stout donkey stands
patiently by, waiting for a burden. There are 3 peacemakers of Enorian here.
There are 2 argent intercessors here. There are 4 bright-eyed missionaries here.
Tossing her august mane, a sprightly white mare stands here. With flared
nostrils and wild eyes, a roan brumby stallion gallops about here. There are 4
rations in 4 stacks here. Wreathed in ethereal flame, a fiery-hued alaecorn
stands silent sentinel here. Lord Protector, Brother Dato Deschaine, Golden
Dragon is here, shrouded. Zealot Taygeta Fiadhaich, Light's Curate is here. Sir
Saradin Mirari-Bloodrose is here. He wields a menacing flail in his left hand
and a menacing flail in his right. Grandmaster Daingean Fiadhaich is here. Nola,
Oracle of Truth is here. She wields an eye sigil in her left hand.
Exits: north, northeast, east (open pine door), southeast (open pine door),
south (open pine door), southwest (open pine door), west, and in.

Dato presses the open palm of his left hand against the clenched fist of his
right and bows respectfully to Taygeta.

You have emoted: Gentle echoes the motion a bit clumsily, bowing to Taygeta.

Taygeta raises an eyebrow at you.

Zealot Taygeta Fiadhaich, Light's Curate asks you, "What do you want?"

You have emoted: Chuckling, Gentle says, "Do most people who greet you want
something?"

Daingean clicks his tongue quietly before he turns his head slightly to face you
and says flatly, "I would advise you to be more selective as to your choice in
company, Mister Gentle. It is beneath a citizen of the Beacon to socialize with
our enemies, especially those whose very existence is in opposition of the Light."

You have emoted: Gentle glances around in bewilderment at the assembled
individuals. "I'll keep that in mind," he says blandly.

Sir Saradin Mirari-Bloodrose says to Grandmaster Daingean Fiadhaich, "Citizens
of the Beacon should hold themselves to a higher standard.  We are a Beacon of
Light, afterall."

Nola's eyes narrow into thin slits as she remarks cooly, "Better do more than
that."

Taygeta lips pressed into a thin frown,) snorts softly, a fiery gaze cast at you.
 "You know, if you cannot, it would probably be best for you to leave now and.

Taygeta coughs softly.

Zealot Taygeta Fiadhaich, Light's Curate says, "And go run off to join them."

You say, "Cannot what, miss?"

Zealot Taygeta Fiadhaich, Light's Curate says to you, "Use your brain."

Daingean's candle flame pupils flare slightly, though his tone remains unchanged
as he says, "A final warning, Mister Gentle. You've been spoken to by members of
your guild, and now, the City Council. The company one chooses speaks volumes to
their own character, and yours seems poor indeed. Make the right choice, or you
will not be welcome within the Beacon."

You have emoted: Finding this response quite free of data, Gentle shrugs and
takes a seat on a nearby bench. "If you like, sir. I'll make sure to adhere to
all the laws of my guild and the Beacon to the absolute letter."

Looking unconvinced, Nola seems entirely unimpressed, her expression one of
doubt and dismay.

Daingean's lips twitch in a grim smile before he says, "Simply put, Mister
Gentle. The next time you are found to be socializing with an enemy to our city,
you will be treated as one. As Sir Saradin said - a higher standard is expected.
As the obvious seems hidden from you, twice, the decision has been made to speak
with you, rather than removing you. A third time is three more than most would
receive."

You have emoted: Gentle blinks mildly. "Is there a law I have violated, sir? I
beg you to inform me of it, and I will put my conduct right at once."

You say, "I wish only to be a law-abiding citizen, after all."

Nola, Oracle of Truth says, "You're pushing your luck here - law or no law,
common sense should be enough, which it seems you are lacking in. What you do is
against our very beliefs as a city - what we stand for - and by acting in such a
way that contradicts and goes against what makes us Enorianites, it begins to
mark you as -not- an Enorianite."

Nola, Oracle of Truth says, "If you can't understand, or if you wish to continue
to act like a smart alec, your time will be shorter still, here."

Grandmaster Daingean Fiadhaich says, "To quote the laws - 'A crime is any action
against the City, its allies, or its citizens that causes deprivation or harm,
be it of things physical, spiritual, or mental. The Council retains the final
say as to what compromises a crime.' - The Council has decreed your behavior is
not in keeping with the spiritual or ideological nature of Enorian. You will
change your ways, or you will be removed."

Zealot Taygeta Fiadhaich, Light's Curate says to you, "In simpler terms, you
spit in the face of the cause you claim to uphold by being a citizen. You are
naught more than a hypocrite who serves only himself."

You say, "It takes all kinds to make a world, as I'm sure all can agree.  There
are certainly limitations that a city cannot accept among a peaceful and
committed citizenry... and I would imagine that those things would be outlined
in detail in the laws.  If the city chooses to rest upon a loose clause that
allows them to declare any action a crime, at the whim of the council... what
can one possibly conclude except that tyranny is alive and well?"

You say, "I have only ever heard of such loose morals and edicts in dissolute
cities as Bloodloch."

You smile and say, "But then, I do not believe even they consider smart-assery a
crime."

Nola, Oracle of Truth says to you, "The line you're walking is getting shorter
by the second - am I to presume that you want us to remove you? I've seen your
type before. You think its all a joke, and so you have your fun, making trouble
and then saying, 'well, its not in the Law, so I'm not doing anything wrong'.
Knowing full well what the problem is."

You say, "Why would you not then make a law, miss, if you wish it to be
so?"

Nola, Oracle of Truth says, "Our Faith is not determined solely by Law. You take
away the structure that it provides, and yet what we stand for as a city remains."

Sir Saradin Mirari-Bloodrose says to you, "Because the laws of common sense are
not written upon paper, they are embedded in people...some obviously less than
others."

Daingean nods his head at Saradin.

Taygeta crosses her arms over her chest, fingers digging into the cloth over her
arms as her lips thin and her eyes flare in anger. Golden essence swirls and
churns about her, at times obscuring her form, and others scarcely there. Her
jaw is set into a firm line, her lips turned downward ever so slightly into a
distasteful frown.

Nola, Oracle of Truth says, "Your actions are against the Spirit of the Law as a
whole, because the Law is instituted for the sake of what the City stands for,
which is the Light, which isn't decreed by written words, but as Saradin says.
Within the people, it is."

You say, "Clearly what you would have as common sense is not self-evident to
your citizenry... which is perfectly acceptable, if the council is not
determined to police every single moment of the citizenry's life.  But if you
wish to dictate whom a citizen may speak to, why would one not make a law
against the offending individuals?  I still have no answer to this."

You say, "To claim 'we should not have to make such a law' is obtuse.  Clearly...
 you do have to."

Nola, Oracle of Truth says, "Or, clearly, you can not listen to a number of
people telling you, having been here for so long - what did you expect of a city
that stands against those enemies, that we would chastise you and condemn you
for making friends with what we fight against?"

Sir Saradin Mirari-Bloodrose says to you, "What do you value in your
friends?"

Daingean shakes his head and says, "You are the first in my entire time as a
citizen to pretend that this notion is somehow alien to you. If we made laws
because of every single person who found something missing, the document would
be longer than the length of our walls."

Nola murmurs something softly to Daingean.

You say, "Would you have the Beacon known as one who throws out citizens on a
whim and a prayer?  One that does not feel the need to outline its desires to
its citizens, but rather is eager to make the laws vague so it may punish any
action that a moment's whim deems irritating?  I would think this city, more
than any other, would be committed to adhering to the statutes it has set down
for itself."

You say, "But I still have no answer to my question."

You say, "If you wish citizens to curtail their acquaintances to your preference,
 why... have... you... no... law?"

Grandmaster Daingean Fiadhaich says, "The very purpose of the Beacon should make
this obvious. This is the final word, Mister Gentle. You will choose your
company more carefully, or you will be removed."

Daingean inclines his head politely to those around him.

Daingean glances briefly northeastwards and dashes off into the distance.

You have emoted: Gentle spreads his hands across the back of the bench and folds
his legs. "Ah, politicians. The same in every age."

Watching after Daingean for a brief moment, Nola begins to pointedly ignore you,
finding something else to occupy her time with.