Since the idea arose the day before of the consecration of the temple, with the official public of the Vertrans council, I, and all the players who liked to embark on various crazy things, had dedicated ourselves body and soul to making that day something unforgettable for everyone. Even while I was in the meeting, a part of my mind was still working through the telepathic link with the colleagues outside.
For the comfort of the vertrans we had improvised a small authorities' box in a corner of the lookout plaza, from where they could contemplate both the temple and the street of the viewpoint, but above all, they would have a spectacular perspective of the street and plaza of the wellspring and of Wall Street.
When the time came, we gave instructions to the Vertrans to settle in the box, together, but separated from the dwarves (it was better not to force diplomatic issues).
