Green had distributed the pamphlets himself, days before. Now all he had to do was wait.
The mountain is at the Blue Note on a quiet night when the business is slow. That was deliberate on his part - he wanted to minimise the chances of mundanes accidentally overhearing anything, even though he had staked out a claim to a booth right down the back and away from the main thoroughfare of the bar. Green was like that: hide in plain sight but tilting the odds ever so slightly in his favour if he could.
Some might call that paranoia. Others might call it leading by example.
Tonight the giant is playing the Constable. Its just another mask he wares - albeit one that was foisted on him by the Freehold. In truth, Green doesn't particularly care for it and would rather focus on the side mission that the Sovereigns dropped on his head. Wheels within wheels. Two knights... But enough! He has a job to do, a position to play.
And it is high time the Councillors started showing that they were actually doing things.
So here he is, claiming his booth and ensuring that several jugs of beer and some nuts are laid out. He has purloined a couple of menu's should anyone want something other than beer? Sacrilege I know, but he has to make an effort. Not everyone is a drinking man. Er... Woman. Fae creature...
Community policing, they say, starts with consultation.