Shield? What Shield? *posted in Suzail*

[ShadowCatJen]

*on the morning of Kythorn the 15th, a few parchments are left upon the usual notification boards, the one near the Suzail Gardens seems larger than the others*

A Baron is a shield
A shield of a barony
A thin shield of lies
A wastrel of a Baron

What number of men?
What number of arms?
What has been built?
What shield is there?

A single march of Zhentarim
A weakened house of old Esparin
A crumbled palace further crumbled
A pointless massacre

Worry, people of Cormyr
For your shield has no weight
It has no protection
This is its fate

What say you, Crown, to a Shield Barony that doesn't exist?
Ask this of your Baron in Cloudstone

*there is no signature, but at the bottom painted in grey is the image of a foxes head*

((OOC reminder to not meta anonymous messages being left))

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Lorren snorts whilst reading the postings during a visit to the Crown City glancing to her right and arching a brow to the self-contained spectral vestige. “Fine. I will admit you are correct in this; we’re not the only ones who think this way.”

“And what of the rather obvious slander against a landed Baron?”
Castor asked; a smirk on his face.

“If the young Lord complains of them should they pop up in Valkur’s Roar, I’ll revisit it. If he wants to keep that seat, he’ll be minding more important things than wit at his expense. The crown will tire of mismanagement soon enough; and other deserving families are in the wings.”