A few darks back, the usual mix of gossip about lies, opression and conpiracies halted in favour of a colourfull political debate, particularly about issues directly relating to the wellbeing/government of Lower. Ferius Worn took the time to make his voice heard...

"I'm tellin' yer Johnny, what Lower needs is a decent amount of jobs. I mean, hells. Since the Rebellion, amount of jobs have gone down majorly. Hells! How the hell am I supposed to know the figures? Do yer own damn research. Anyways, where were I. Aye, I mean. That Brewery. Surely we could kick ass there an' start making our own beer? Theres, what? Three Hundred of us left? 'That could surely work. We could make Lower Brand beer, an' sell it to Cyrus an' the Stand. Sure, sure. Gangs could work Security! We got somethin' going here boys."

At this point, a general murmer sets in, the proposal clearly setting some debate. A man starts complaining about the bad quality Beer Worn is peddling at his place. Another fellow lets out a large belch, and Worn continues.

"Oh, an' as for the Spellguard? Hells, who needs 'em. They too scared to come down here anyways. Bill's boys are doing good by us. Only problem is Defence. All we need in the Worms an' the Blade on gate - aye, I know. We can sort this silliness out, eh? Once our gates are sorted, we can do what the hell we want. Maybe even get a schoolhouse."

'I tell you fellas, things can only get better. If only you can get off yer asses an' to the booths, eh?'

People laugh harshly, and the rest of the evening is wasted away by drinking and merryment.