*scattered pamphlets about lower*

Bhast,

We will not rest until every cent you have stolen from the people of this city is returned to them. Hire all the guards you want, buy as many votes as you can, it still will not help you. Your gold belongs in the hands of the free and good people of the city and so it shall be redistributed to them. Your days of nobility are coming to an end. So say the Hawks.

-Emanuel Lucas