The proceedings had gone just as they always did, He had spoken, and they had listened. Old Santaria had managed to hide his fears, his doubts, and give hope to the people of Hillsbrad fields once again.But he cant hide them from me... I can see that glimmer of fear, in even his eyes. thought Saronius'"And now, my friends, i ask that you return to your work, so that another harvest can prosper." Wheezed Santaria, smiling down to the crowds.Saronius' stepped aside, and hid himself against the wall as the people marched out, pushing and shoving, as always, it had become a common ritual to him, the endless shoving press of people murmering and chattering, smiles on their faces.But there are less smiles this time, the murmering of chit-chat has turned to the spreading of fears and doubts. They