They called it a newspaper, and I am sure that was half right. The local tabloid contained an inordinate amount of advertising, and announcements of upcoming events of various nearby organisations, but to call what it featured “news” was greatly exaggerated. Oh, there was that one case, however, when they did report that the Miller’s henhouse was raided by a fox. I guess that could qualify as news.
Jan and Oskar entered the chamber and found the room empty except for a large chest in the centre of the space. It had an eerie glow to it, but there was no indication that it was enchanted as Jan’s talisman did not glow in response to the chest’s sheen.
“Is this the one we are looking for?” Oskar asked.
“There is only one way to find out,” Jan replied.
“I hate this part,” Oskar said making a disapproving face.
The petition had received the requisite number of signatures, and it was now on the agenda for the next Council meeting. It had been a long road, but the movement’s supporters were sure that this time the political wanna-bees of the town would start to understand that they were not the all-knowing sovereign power they thought they were. Yes, this was going to be true democracy at work. The people demanded change, and the Council better give it to them. After all, who waits until Friday for bin collection anyway? The weekend rubbish just has to go sooner!