Jakk'ari


Jakk'ari shuffles through the deliveries. The apology from Bwembole assuages the disappointing from tonight. But to have the greatest consolation arrive so suddenly. Jakk'ari announces the news and promoting the small victory. He raps a hollow gourd with a cooked bone the modest thuds permeate the tent.

It would seem the most esteemed guest of Armistice Ball has among us this whole this entire time. Mor'Lag your boldness has made an impression and you have been bestowed the title of Queen of the 1st Annual Armistice Ball!
Jakk'ari congratulates Mor'Lag by jubilantly patting the ogres on their elbow and offering the golden envelope and letter to Mor'Lag.
The Opal Collocation can claim at least one victory tonight.