*grins*
A ruckus draws everyones attention to two identical and heavily muscled Ynnwns rounding the corner from the stairs. Between and in front of them they are pushing and prodding a rather disheavaled -and very fat- man in a nice, though tight, buisiness suit.
Roth [one of the Ynnwns]< "See Arn! I told ya they was doins up here!"
Toth [the other] "Ya dinit! I was tha one that said! Yur a nit and a liar."
Roth. "I'll break yur head, pitpile!"
Haddiarican, the huge Kran poet, rounds the corner after them and pushes them both aside. "Now you two leave Master Arnigus be! He has not even had his pastries as of yet." Had stops and looks at the gathering, then the cart, then back at the stairs. "Do tell, fine ladies and sirs....how did you get that cart up here?"
Arnigus -seeing the cart, people, and parchment- has but one thing to say... "Oh dear....not again..."