[b]" Ah, finally! Didn't I say we would make it, fellas?"[/b] Craggard hollered thunderously as he pushed and shoved his way to the front of the gate. Leaning against it, he waited half a second for a response from his party.

" I did. And here we are," he said smugly, despite the fact he had been complaining the entire journey. His fellow Onxyites declined to respond to him, and the suffocating silence of the two factions settled once again. A flicker of annoyance passed on his face as he shrugged. He looked around him for something nice to look at, to no avail. 

 The least the journey could have provided was some nice scenery, but his surroundings, the gate included, had the aesthetic quality of his grandmother's rotting corpse. The journey had been especially tiring, and Craggard still refused to admit he had trouble keeping up with his fellow Onyx, considering they were mostly seasoned soldiers. And now, he was exhausted, irritated, and starving. The thrill of the journey's end quickly soured as these thoughts settled in. Now that he thought about it, the people here had some nerve making them wait outside, among commoners no less. Was Craggard not a guest? Shouldn't he have recieved a sum of diamonds and grub by now? A rare moment of reason graced Craggard's mind.

 [i]Ah, but this isn't a party, and you're no guest. It's a negotiation among respected civilians for a say in which two broads gets to be head honcho. Or something.[/i]  Craggard slumped a bit where he stood. That didn't sound like much fun.