The Lightholder Crossroads are packed with nobles and commoners alike, gathered around a hastily constructed wooden platform outside of Solas Creek's tavern. The pudgy proprietor is currently watching the brouhaha with no small amount of disdain - prime drinking and wenching time, and the Regent wants to call everyone together for some kind of public pronouncement. The man of the hour, Zolor Zahir, emerges from the tavern and gives a courtly nod to the barman. Followed by his royal guard and a scribe carrying a wooden box, the Regent makes his way up to the platform and smiles tautly at the crowd. "Good evening, Fastheldians, well met. I have called you here to share something that can only be described as astounding."