There's a buzz from the crowd in the vast staging area, the excitement almost palpable as they wait for the long-awaited parade to commence. Well, it isn't really long-awaited, since Smitherbodkins never plans anything very far in advance. Perhaps this is why he is always so frazzled right before one of his famed events. But now it seems that everything has come together; or at least, it may have. Only time would tell! The air is crisp and clear, a nice change from the gray, dismal weather that had been present of late on Corellia, as though the Harvest Gods were smiling down on this festive occasion. After a moment, a somewhat tall, elegently dressed gentleman can be seen walking toward a platform with a speaker system that has been set up specifically for this occasion. He's fairly beami