The Townmaster's Hall has sturdy stone walls, a pitched wooden roof, and a ball tower at the back. Posted on a board next to the front door is a notice written in Common. It reads, "REWARD -- Orcs near Wyvern Tor! Those of mind to face the orc menace should inquire within!" The notice bears the town's seal and an indecipherable signature.
As you enter the Hall, you find yourself witness to a lively debate. A crowd of approximately fifty townsfolk are clamoring before a small stage, upon where Sildar Hallwinter stood, leaning on a staff you do not recognize -- he must have procured a new one this morning -- and next to him, a man of considerable girth. His pompous clothing signals to the party that he is the townmaster.
"-- came on behalf of the Lords' Alliance to secure and provide support to the region. I reiterate, it is abundantly clear that you have failed to do so," Sildar said with authority in his voice.
"You -- you don't just come in and question my authority! The Redbrands are protecting the town just fine! They are a mercenary guild and are no trouble, really!"
"Lies! They steal, they fight and they hide in that manor of theirs! We want them out!" You recognize the voice as belonging to the innkeeper's wife.
"I move for a re-election," a calmer voice came out of the crowd. You recognize Narth the old farmer.
The townsfolk's clamor became even louder, supporting the motion.
"I will let the town people decide whether your administration of Phandalin should be perceived as successful. If they elect you to remain, I shall leave you in peace," Sildar concluded.
"You -- you don't! You can't just declare a re-election! I get to do that!" the townmaster croaked.
"The people have spoken. Do you go against them?"
"I --" the townmaster looks towards the crowd, his face turning from red to white. "Fine -- fine. Fine! You'll see -- I'm a good administrator! I'm a banker! What is he? Some fool from the big city and the fancy Alliance!"
Grimacing, Sildar announced, "The election shall take place at a time that will be announced in the front of the Hall by dawn."
Satisfied, the townsfolk begin to leave past the party, murmuring both about what has occurred, and at seeing the watching party.
Soon the Townmaster's Hall is empty but for Sildar Hallwinter and the townmaster himself.
"Ah, friends. A timely arrival. I have secured fifty gold pieces as promised. Let's talk."
*** +50 to your war chest.