Four lines of prose about: the town elders.
Two guesses where I was when I wrote mine, and the first one doesn't count.
"I seek the honored wisdom of The Town Elders."
"Surely you must know where they can be found, my child."
"No, Sister - my search has proven fruitless thus far."
"It is two o'clock in the afternoon on a Wednesday, they can be but one place, doing but one thing: the corner table at Tim Hortons, having coffee."