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Characters: The King and his Worried Subjects. Oh yeah, and some heroes.
Open? Yep!
Where: The King's lazy throne room. You know, the one that looks like a rich person's den.
When: GHB6
What: Someone made a bonfire of the White Forest so the King is holding audiences to try and calm the crowd.

The cluster of townspeople in the audience chamber is at an all time high. There's never been a forest fire like this before... at least not one that anyone can remember, even if Old Man Signchanger did try and point out that one time way back when he was young (because every one knows that that man was never young!

Heroes who want to speak with the King, however, are assured an audience. If anything, they'll be all but pushed up the line. This may be the most worried anyone has seen the normally bubble headed townsfolk...

The Thorns are too far off for the average person to worry about, but this? This was in their own back yard. The pending destruction of the world as they know it is nothing compared to a giant forest fire you can see!

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"Look, there's all kinds of ways forest fires start, and it's gonna be pretty goddamn hard to tell now that all the evidence is burned up. Maybe there was lightning. Maybe some idiot was camping and didn't put their fire out right. Heck, maybe somebody set it. But how am I supposed to find out which one it is?"

He was thinking about this all wrong, in terms of ordinary fires rather than magical quests.

There was a wave of hushes whispers from the crowd at that suggestion.

"My good Knight, if it were such a common sort of problem such as that, I would not have called upon you to look into it! No, this is the work of some greater power and threat!"

"How do you know that?" Kay shot back, ignoring the crowd.

"A reliable report of information has clarified that much for us."

There was a slight glint in his eyes at that, something that wasn't normally there.

"And I've just got your word that your source is reliable."

Okay, Kay might have gotten to the point where he was just being ornery and contrary. But he didn't like this place, and he really didn't like this king.

"Very true! You could always go verify it, however! If you think you can track down the source of this great fire, that is."

Kay rolled his eyes. "Ooh, look who's clever, trying to talk me into a wildgoose chase. Well, it won't work! I don't give a damn if the thorns win, or you win, or that fucking tree carries me back to Kansas -- I'm getting home somehow, but until then, you and your mysterious fires can go fuck yourselves."

It wasn't the cleverest retort he'd ever come up with, but it would have to do. Kay spun around and began to walk towards the door in a spectacular teenage snit-fit.