The mob drops its firebrands and cobblestones as Rising Echo shouts, the newly-appointed Minister of Trade actually managing to draw their attention away from the giant monster roaming Lotus. There is a general murmuring among the mob, and then the unfortunate man who had the bad luck to be appointed spokesman speaks up. "Well then, how do we get them addressed? The mayor hasn't met with any of us farmers since his inauguration, and the bureaucrats can't do anything but push papers and count rice-grains! Also, there's some kind of giant dog! We demand...um." There is a brief moment of conference within the crowd. "We still demand cheaper food. And that the girl with the giant hound promises not to kill us. That'd be nice."