"What's going on here? What are you doing?"
Anne's voice echoed across the city's port as her curly hair fluttered in the wind. She stood atop her shop, gazing down at the sudden swarm of emissaries from the Temple of Light.
Her brows furrowed tightly upon seeing them.
There were so many of them that she couldn't count their exact number.
'What are they doing here? Why did they suddenly come?'
Though she didn't fear them, she was still deeply apprehensive about the situation. Something about this entire thing felt off.
"Is nobody going to say a single thing?"
Her words once again echoed throughout the port as she looked down at the emissaries.
But yet again, she received no answers.
Her entire demeanour started to shift from there as a certain pressure started to spread out from her body and onto the emissaries beneath.
She was starting to lose her patience.
"If none of you are going to answer then—"
"Relax, calm down. Let's keep this civil."
