Feast (4)
A hush fell upon the gathering, an anticipatory silence that held its breath in the face of the unknown. Then, like a volcanic eruption, the first voice broke through the stillness.
"Aye!" The proclamation came from a stout, bearded man, a figure who might have seemed at home among dwarves, his long, wispy hair flowing like a banner of resolve.
Once the barrier of silence was breached, there was no stopping the tide. One after another, the citizens rose from their chairs, voices roaring with emotion, a collective shout that surged through the city's streets. Their agreement rang out, echoing through the very foundations of the town.
Jayce observed the scene with a mixture of astonishment and mystification. His slaying of the High Troll had evidently set in motion a series of events he hadn't foreseen. His actions in this new life diverged so dramatically from his previous existence that the consequences were beginning to ripple through the fabric of time.