Orks of every description—and a smattering of trolls, as well—were firmly in place in front of Metroplex Hall. Even the slight drizzle of rain that had started to fall wasn’t budging them. They completely filled the street in front of the building; at the edges, car horns honked angrily. Traffic had come to a standstill. A pair of cops tried urgently to sort out the snarl of vehicles, waving their arms and blowing whistles in futile gestures.