You awaken with a jolt. Your room is shaking. Strange lights dance across the ceiling. It's been a week since your confrontation with Mauriceau, and you've spent that time practicing with a weapon.
You head to the window to find out exactly what's going on outside.
There, you see a large crowd gathering in the street, milling around. Many of the people are holding torches. There must be at least a hundred of them, their clothes shabby and worn, their faces haggard and eerie in the flickering yellow light. You hear a shouted name, "Vervaise"—the intendant of this province—and there are angry shouts and cheers in response.
You don't know exactly what they're planning to do, but this room lies in a building off of the main street leading to the intendant's mansion. Some of the crowd are holding pitchforks, large knives, and makeshift weapons, and there is a tense, unsettled energy in the air, like an open field before a thunderstorm.
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