[i]Mayor Vizlin.[/i]
It had a nice ring to it. He liked the title. It wound remind anyone with the nerve to forget that Vizlin was not to be trifled with. He was the mayor, the boss, the leader of this village and land, and people would respect him. The title. Whatever. Preparations for the feast were well under way, and it would be a night to remember. According to Leann, the most beautiful woman of the town and his wife by his right as a mayor, people were flocking in from all over to bring their sacrifices. [i]They should be bringing [/i]me[i] gifts, not these damned gods who think they're so important![/i] Perhaps he should make another round through the village, just to make sure no-one forgot who was boss. Mayor. Whatever.