The fire in the guest quarters of the Trade Post burned brightly after the battle, its smoke lazily drifting up through the rafters.
With eyes like burning embers, the old man looked around at those gathered for this important meeting.
“We have been on the road for some time now and we have gotten along admirably.”, he paused to drink from his cup,
“but the times are changing, and drastically so! Today we have won our first important victory, through great courage and strength of arms. Each man and woman who fought with us is worthy of the title hero, those that live and those that died. I do not doubt that many more such battles will befall us, not only is the Wolf Lord still at large, the Greenbelt hides Powers far greater than most us of can yet imagine. Trying times are ahead of us and if we want more people, be they Elf, Dwarf, Gnome, Halfling, Orc, Man, Kobold or whatever else to join us, to flock to our cause, we must give them something to rally to. A mission, a cause, an ideal! And that something must be personified in a someone, a leader that will inspire loyalty in his or her followers, that will act with wisdom and kindness, but who will be just and righteous at the same time. We will need to pick our leader tonight, we must appoint a Lord Warden of the Greenbelt if we expect Kesten Garess to swear allegiance to our cause on the morrow.”
Emrys looked around at his fellow party members, his eyes probing deep into their souls.
“Who would lead and who would follow?”