Standing slowly, the Governor General rubbed the back of his neck, the knot in his muscle a sign that this chair was ill made, and would need to be replaced eventually. Yet the colony had concerns that outshone the need for comfortable furniture, and either way, now was not the time to deal with such matters. A few seconds after the Governor had stood, the crowd quieted, as more and more of his colonists realised that he was to address them. His ability to silence a room of rowdy drunks by simply standing was just one example of the respect he commanded from his men. The Governor General was a fair man, liked by all for his stoic leadership that had made this colony a success, whereas the original Bayheath had failed. Once all had shushed, the Governor spoke. "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for me to retire for the night, but I have throughly enjoyed this evening of celebration, and I hope that you have as well. I would however remind you all, that there is still a great deal of work to be done. Tomorrow, I expect you all to rise bright and early, a colony does not flourish when its men and women sleep until noon. But for now, rest easy. Goodnight" he said in a fatherly tone, hands held behind his back. Shortly after his speech, the Governor, escorted by his guards, left through a back exit, disappearing into the night.

The man was obviously insane. He was rambling for what seemed like decades and couldn't keep his two eyes on the same place for more than a few milliseconds. He was obviously a danger to society. The Elf did not glance at the Governor leaving the room nor did he care for him. He was just. This drunkard would find that drinking in excess was wrong. Ignaescious quickly thrust his arms, grabbing and holding tight to the collar of the man in front of him, quickly pushing him towards the door of the tavern, trying to remove him from the hall.

Momentarily stunned by the sudden movement, and reflexes dulled by the mead, Tristan did barely react until the elf had already dragged him a few steps. This encounter really had taken an unexpected turn. "Hey!", he yelled, attempting to pry Ignaescious' fingers from his shirt and digging his heels into the floorboards, "Let me go! It's just confection; nothing to get - ngh! - angry about!" Tristan had sensed something off about the elf when he'd made the offer to show him the butchers' - you didn't survive long in court if you couldn't detect a false smile, drunk or not - but hadn't at all expected that he'd do something as drastic as public abduction. As they got closer to the door, Tristan's struggles increased, but with the way the room was spinning it didn't do him much good. Damn alcohol and its appealing properties. "Seriously, Iggy, let go!" He started to reach for the small knife he kept in his belt, but was hesitant to use it. Violence was a last resort, and Tristan didn't want to risk hurting anyone - even slightly deranged elfs - unless strictly necessary, and in his current state he lacked the coordination to be careful.

The Elf was not a sadist and, in his head, he swore, did not enjoy this. It was the right thing to do, however. The man had been kind, but this did not protest his innocence. They approached the door and chances are the man had a knife. He would have to quickly deal with that. Quickly throwing Tristan at the wall of the hall, which was now mostly empty, he grabbed the man's belt and looked for any kind of weapon. Not finding anyway, Ignaescious stared into his frightened eyes. He delivered a powerful punch to his gut. However, something seemed wrong in his eyes. They were like an autumn moon and full of bright futures and the stars. He saw a young Elf in those eyes, a young Elf whom had left his home in search for something new. He was running, not leaving. Running from hate, bullying and a life he did not want. Who was that figure in those eyes? The Elf was drunk and angry. Fearsome. Frightening. Fearful. Ignaescious backed away, tripping over a table and falling over onto the floor. His eyes met the ceiling. The ceiling didn't look back.

The glazed men of the mead hall did nothing but cheer at the sudden row between Ignaescious and Tristan, thinking it nothing more than a harmless bar fight. The music twiddled on as it had before, the crowds returning to their own conversations. Elsewhere... The jungle just outside the colony's perimeter shivered as a swift breeze shook its leaves, gaining the attention of the scout in Samuel's Tower. Quickly drawing his spyglass from his hip, the young man scanned the forest perimeter quickly at first, before giving it a second glance, this time running his eye along the wall of thick flora slowly. The scout stopped half way through the action, paralysed by fear as his gaze locked with that of someone in the bushes. A single pale face looked back through the lense of the spyglass, its eyes black like charcoal, and its features similar to a human's, but off by small degrees, enough to make its visage disturbing. In a blink, it retreated, back into the jungle. A second after the creature had left, the scout fell backwards and breathed shuddering, panicked breaths.

Upon being released, Tristan doubled over, gripping his sore gut and coughing. "Ow,ow!" he groaned, slowly stretching back up, leaning against the wall, "That-..That was a bit uncalled for, wasn't it?" maybe this was a sign from above that it was time to stop drinking and head home, he mused. Tristan then looked up, noticing Ignaescious on the floor. He tiled his head, brows furrowing, "You alright, there?" still gripping his stomach, he edged closer to the Elf, cautiously trying to get a look at his face. He didn't dare get too close, though, in case Ignaescious turned aggressive again, "I- uh, I think I'm going to call it a night, Iggy. But, you know, no hard feelings. For you attempting to kidnap me and punching me, I mean. Everyone's got a bad day now and then, I understand. Maybe we can get a fresh start some other day when you're in a better mood." he suggested, even though he had a slight suspicion this was the Elf's everyday mood, "So good night to you, my grumpy friend, and don't lay around on the floor too long, or you'll catch a cold!" With those parting words, Tristan gave a wave to the rest of the hall, before sauntering out into the night. He almost tripped over the threshold, but only laughed drunkenly at his own clumsiness. Today had been interesting, indeed.

The Elf didn't move. How could he? Despicable behaviour was what he had committed, attacking a fellow citizen. He had learnt this lesson, though. The man left the hall cheerfully, no more jugs in his hand or mead on his lips. How strange. Had he succeeded, or failed? As more and more information dawned on him, Ignaescious remained firmly where he had fallen. It seemed he would not be moving. The Elf was slouched in an uncomfortable position, a broken chair his mattress and a smashed mug his pillow. It was almost too comfort . . . He fell asleep almost too quickly.

(( Given that most of the cast have enjoyed the first night of the roleplay, I'm fast forwarding to dawn. Feel free to pick up the story with your characters waking up or going about their morning duties. )) The cockerel sang its crooked melody, waking those in bed, and disturbing those already working. As the feathered creature silenced itself, the Governor General exited his home, looking out upon the green and brown land that New Bayheath had been built upon. Taking in a deep breath, the Governor General made his way towards The Circle, his guards tailing him all the way. As he passed members of the colony, they greeted him with genial smiles and raised brows, always at pleasure to say 'hello'. "They are a good lot, these men" remarked the Governor to one of his guards, who only grunted in agreement as he finally approached the circular stage at the centre of the colony. As he stood, a guard took out a wide copper bell, ringing it loudly by flailing his arm. As the crowd gathered, the Governor was unsure as to whether he ought to tell them of what the scout had spotted last night. On one hand, it might be a useful piece to rally his men into action, while conversely, it could strike fear into their hearts. The colony had not yet gathered, and so the Governor was given some time to make up his mind as the bell continued to ring.

Tristan was woken by the distant ringing of the bell, and immediately regretted it. "Oh, Atal have mercy..." he groaned into the pillow. He was never, ever drinking again. Sitting up, his dark auburn hair sticking out at all the wrong angles, he noticed that the sun was already well on its way up. That wasn't good! He'd miss the Governor-General's speech! Standing up too quickly, Tristan had to lean against the wall for a moment, holding his aching head and taking a couple of deep breaths. Once the effects of his hangover had receded to bearable levels, he snatched up his shirt and pants, putting them on. Donning his armor, he winced as the breast plate chafed uncomfortably against the bruise left on his stomach from last night. Ignaescious really had gotten him good, and he scolded himself for letting it happen. Not that there was much to do about it now. Lastly, he strapped his sword firmly to his hip, it's weight comforting and giving him a sense of security. He nodded to himself, ready to take on another day. Heading down the stairs, he was greeted by the children of the family who also lived in the cabin. He had been offered a cabin of his own upon his arrival, but had politely declined. It would have been far too lonely for his tastes, and he'd much rather rent the top floor of this cabin, where the family really could do with some extra coin. The children informed him that their parents had already left for the Circle, but that they'd left some breakfast for him. So it was with his mouth full and a strip of dried meat in his hand that Tristan hurried down the street leading to the colony center, going as fast as his poor head would allow. Tristan released a sigh of relief when he arrived at the circle. The Governor General had yet to begin. Tristan hadn't wanted to miss it, as he saw it as part of his duties as an envoy to attend public happenings, however small they may be. Though, coming late meant that all of the few spots of shadow available was already occupied, so Tristan had to settle with standing in the sun. Hopefully, the gathering would be over before the tropical heat really set in, or Tristan would be in need of a bath before dinner. Armor and direct sunlight didn't do well together for any extended amount of time.

Chris awoke to the sun greeting him through his window. Chris sat up in his bed and even through a slight hangover and lack of sleep, began his morning routine. His morning habits included noting the weather, a inventory check of his belongings, as well as boiling himself some water for the day. Since it was his first day back after his 'expedition' he marked down the new places he went as well as adding more plants, fungi and wildlife into his notebook. After his short morning movements, he grabbed the rodents he had hunted the day before and left his hut for the skinner. The skinner happily supplied Chris with some gold coins for the pelts, and Chris was left with a bucket of rodent meat. He was going to bring this to the butcher to sell but first he would leave some at Kiln's. After his usual short exchange with the elf butcher, he started to make his way home when the town bell rang. He was relatively close to the Circle already, and casually made his way over.

Jack had been up since before dawn. His men had awoken him when they made their changing of the guard and he had spent the early hours cleaning the muck from his armour and arms before doing his rounds of the defences again. This was his normal morning routine however he did end up getting court at one of the small camps near the watchtower. Whilst a Red Coat hadn't spotted the creature, the local militiamen had informed the company of his sighting almost immediately. Though Jack hadn't heard about it until being woken. It was strange news and would need investigation at some point, however nothing had seemed to come out at them and nobody had been even close to harmed so Jack was satisfied for now, though he would request that the amount of land cleared around the outside of the colony be at least made a quarter bigger. The workload would increase but safety would be improved, plus it would add a large amount of raw lumber to the dwindling stocks of the colony.

As the sun finally started to rise Jack was already waiting at the Circle. His men were stationed around the outside and the daunting form of the soldiers made their protection seem like a blessing as well as a jail sentence. As the bell rang and the colony awoke from their slumber Jack smiled roughly at anybody he passed him a glance. He respected most of them, having left a world they know to one they didn't. However his smiles all faded as he spotted the 'explorer' again. God did he despise that man. But he was on parade and as such kept his gaze and his words to himself. The envoy was a different matter. A pompous prick, if you asked Jack, however the prick also had some wealthy friends in his homeland and a small fortune was being paid into the Red Coats to pay special attention to his highness. Though they were also told not to tell him that. Hopefully the message would be over soon, Jack thought, a new boat was coming in a few weeks and he wanted to have an up to date report and request ready for it's arrival. Which meant scouring through finance and next of kin forms as well.