[b]August Fifth, 827, Friday. Guild-pact Day[/b]
"Guild-pact Day!"
"Guild-pact Day!" criers cried as they ran though the streets.
Children ran though the streets, seeing what all the guilds had to offer this year. Many young people, trying to seek what they stood for, talked to many guild members, asking about them. Many, many people were rummaging though the streets, seeing the Guilds getting along.

A Worek of Boros stood in a circle decorated with the symbol of a flaming fist. 
"Anyone want to Brawl with the best? 100 gold to anyone who can pin me to the ground. Anyone, Please don't be shy."

A Lawmage sat at a booth with a sign painted to say "Complaints/Lost Persons." He sighed as everyone passed him, and breaking about five laws in the progress. 

An Izzet mage was at his booth, showing off a new Invention. He was blabbing about how it worked, or at least how its suppose to. Suddenly the machine, looking like a mixure in between a dog and a bird, exploded, casing the Izzet mage to be covered in coal smoke.

Nothing could go wrong.