Baracon, the original city, was brutally held in subjection once the mighty wizard overthrew the council with killing the council head, and putting the people of the whole city to labor, building edifices for him to be magnified and remembered, including the great towered structure. It had remained this way here for nearly the past two years, with many among the more oppressed living in fear, and appointed officials were stationed for certain areas policing for any dissenters.
Felanor, a strong young male of Baracon with moderate tan skin not really distinct from the other inhabitants, with light brown hair of moderate length on his head and a trim mustache and light beard, came to the entrance of the old slavehouse, which had not been used for a couple of generations, cautiously, looking around him for any observers among the few passing by just then. Those ones seemed to have their attention on any of the pressing issues that would concern them then, and were paying him little heed. He swiftly went through the door and closed the heavy wooden structure for a door to the earthen wall shut behind him. It was dim in here with just a narrow high window a little further on, and the lamp with a lit wick set on the low table nearby. He said to those sitting there, "He is here then. Right? Jagaron, the wizard who would restore hope for us?"
Jagaron answered, "I am right here. We are still waiting for more interest among the people of Baracon in finding the one to support who will challenge the hold of Hamrod over all here, with his massive projects. How many did you reach for that?"
Felanor said, "I spoke with a dozen people this day, carefully finding out if they had loyalty to the rule with Hamrod now, or had any desire for him to be overthrown sometime soon. I managed to interest eight to be support for this. Jeniah should be here shortly but was ambitious to bring more in to this cause. I don't know about the others."
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