Torgrim's Town Hall Minutes

The following are the notes from the last town hall meeting as dictated to apprentice Vance Eagle from Torgrim the Cold, our benevolent protector and leader:

There has been some talk about a town social from some of the married couples and cleric adepts who live in town. They figure it would be a good way to raise morale from some of the recent orc attacks on the west end. They want to create games for the kids in the afternoon and at night have some minstrels come in Divers to perform for a dance. The right honorable Torgrim exclaimed: "What is this dancing? Is that like the crap that the bard does when he floats in the air? If so, that's annoying." The discussion was moved to committee.

Questions were raised to the right honorable Torgrim about the recent orc attacks on the west end of town. Torgrim has asked if any men would like to join him in a militia and the selection process will begin at the Red Dragon Inn starting with a drinking contest, then some drunk fighting. As of this posting none have replied except for a retired knight by the name of Sir Demetrius who looks impeccably out of shape. The contest...er...tryout will be three nights form now.

ATTENTION! All members of the tone will begin to learn the right honorable Torgrim's native Ice Barbarian tongue. Classes will begin in the town hall right after the ceremonial hunt of the bear.

ATTENTION! Any carpenters available to fix the candelabra in the town hall will be needed before the beginning of the next meeting.

There has been discussion of creating a council of commoners for the city's infrastructure. The discussion ended when Torgrim ripped down the candelabra from the ceiling in the town hall and threw them at the gentleman who made the proposal.

If there are any questions or concerns regarding these minutes please send them to me. I apologize for the omission in the last minutes of Lars Brandywine's announcement of his new daughter Lilith Iliana...I did not mean any confusing saying that your wife gave birth to an Ilithid named Lian...and I'm sorry that the townspeople burned down your front door.

Respectfully Submitted:
Vance Eagle