You honestly don't have any clue what was going on. One moment you were in the town pub in the Dead Frost, your town is so small that no one cares about it. The next a group of assholes were yelling on the top of their lungs. One was a human sorcerer, one was a high elf rogue maybe, one a half Goliath, and then the only polite ish one was a halfling man.

"Fuck. Okay." You mumbled you walked to them and picked the halfling up. "Who are you and why are you fucking here?" You hissed. The elf stood up quickly. "I'm Bob. This Baradun. The halfling you're holding is Greg. And the meat head is Bodger." He quickly said.

You took a deep breath. "Okay. Why are you here, suga?" You asked, your accent accidentally slipping showing you aren't a native born to the Dead Frost. Baradun quickly stepped in front of Bodger before he could say anything. "We are here to mayor talk about how we can help so we can get your votes for our dear friend to become the new high sorcerer." He said with a smile.

You chuckled bitterly. You dropped Greg and went back to drinking. "I thought you were high sorcerer Bardun. But whatever. The other issues with that plan is our mayor don't like outsiders and we get half of a vote we don't matter." You hissed. Bodger decided to speak up. "That's bullshit! You're not from here and all bloody votes matter." He yelled. All the others of his group tried to get him to shut up.