Tourists.

So this morning I was standing in the kitchen, fixing myself a cup of coffee, when I heard a loud noise.  It startled me and I spilled my coffee all over the place...my shirt included.

The guard dragon outside the front door had belched up some flame, and the sound was like a small thunderclap.   My Druid friend's blessed tree was fried to a crisp, and the smell on the patio was like a box of rotten eggs exploded.  I really need to bring the wolf over here and send that dragon to an ogre friend.

I threw my shirt in the sink to soak and set about cleaning up.

Turns out he wasn't just belching.  He was announcing the arrival of a band of tourists out visiting homes.  I had forgotten I'd registered the cottage with the Homeshow Directory.

If it had been Freeportians, there's a chance it would have been less of a disaster.   Not only would the smell have not bothered any of them, but when a Freeportian acts up in your home, you're welcome to deliver whatever punishment you see fit.   As a result, Freeportians, defying stereotype, are well behaved and scrupulously polite, knowing that they may end up under your floorboards for poor behavior.

Qeynosians, on the other hand, are not so cautious.  Their "just" laws protect them and so they feel FREE to opine and pontificate to their hearts content.  In this case, in my kitchen, noses in the air, with me standing there holding a tea towel over my chest, pondering an international incident.

It wasn't a great start to the day.  I think I'll be doing some touring of Qeynosian homes this evening, after hours.