Tohrm would perhaps notice the new flyer up in the Oak and read it once, then carefully, then for a third time before bursting out into laughter.
"Mixin' multiple faiths, in the same place, an' couple it wit' a military trainin' area? Wha' the fock? This some sorta crack force fer the Banites? Stop the rebels by makin' ourselves laugh t' death?
Ah dear... le's hope they don't try any lessons in 'ere eh Dragen?" He spoke across to the doorman.
"Woul' nay want banned folk in 'ere, causin' problems..."