Gathered in the great audience hall of the Citadel, the people waited. The minutes turned into hours, then days; yet there they stood, as people petrified. Dust gently drifted from the ancient rafters above, gathering in great drifts upon their shoulders and forming strangely animate rolls on the floors.
Yet, even as the dust badgers cavorted among the silent throng, they did not move, for the time had not come. Soon a quest would begin and life would return to the people...
What will the next quest be?
