“… of course, we’ll make every attempt to get everyone a part who wants one. Keep in mind, if ya played last year, you should probably wait at least one year before ya audition again. Except Lord Pelgrin, o’ course. And given that our high lord isn’t here to choose a part to audition for…”
At this, the small crowd that had gathered in anticipation around the center stage in Asher’s market grinned knowingly.
The master of ceremonies, tradition dictates, changes hands every year as well and is drawn by lottery, tickets for which are acquired throughout the year by attending the farmer’s market. Therefore, the more one attends, the more chances one gets of having the honor of starring in the festival. This particular year that role went to Gattican Thornbum, the old headmaster of the Asher schoolhouse who was retiring at the end of the year. He always fancied himself a man of great showmanship, and while few agreed with this as very li