A short missive is posted, it bears the seal of the Ministry of Trades & Commons.
"Due to the inferior quality of the nails aquistioned from the Ironback Brothers for the purpose of securing the public notices around the city, we are actively seeking a new, more robust supply of the aforementioned nails in the hope that the recent problems can be abated.
Your understanding during this difficult transition, is acknowledged.
((Sorry, couldn't resist. I will get the notices hosted tonight.
"Yes, master Roggins, I understand that this defaces the walls of the inn. On the other hand, that vomit stain over there seems to be far more offensive in that regard..."
"Yes, sir, I am clearly aware that this is a private building; however, the law clearly gives the Governor and the Ministry ability to use the outside surfaces for display of important notifications..."
"Miss, I am required to ask you to not attempt a removal of the notice, as this is in clear violation of the Imperial Law. Please be aware that your concern about its effect on your business may be raised with the appropriate Ministry official..."
After half a day of replacing the missing notifications, she gazes tiredly at the guards standing post at the passage leading into North Cear, a handfull of signed parchments still in her hand.
She glances at the parchments in hand, then, smiling brightly, she walks up toward the heavy gates.
"Public announcement, gentlemen"
The sound of hammering fills the air for quite some time, as the gates achieve new ornamental design.
