Who: Westley, his cronies, and OPEN
When: Around midday
Where: The park of course
Well, the Alchemists had been seen here and there about town, and even Westley had shaken hands and kissing babies every which way. Every time he did it he had to fight back the urge to vomit all over the little cretins. Probably wouldn't be the best PR move one could make, but it sure would make him feel better. As it was, he was attempting to get people to join his "movement" as people in this country tended to run screaming from new religions. However, they absolutely
loved anything that told them that they were special and that was something his fellas did in spades. So with that he shook hands while others handed out pamphlets, he patted people on the back and smiled like the good leader he was.
That breeze was certainly helping his attitude though, because it was just too damn bloody hot in this country for his liking. So long as he could keep himself smiling and acting the part, he'd be able to rope in more followers. More followers equals more power, and that was worth any price now wasn't it?
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