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Syele had anticipated trouble; that much was certain. No matter how much Jast claimed to the contrary that it would only be a ruckus, as he had put it, her heart was hardly soothed. People were, at best, predictably unpredictable. Put them in large numbers, feeling owed or aggrieved, and you were asking for trouble. All it would take was one person to throw a rock or one inept city guard to throw a punch, and then...
...chaos.
They had also helped craft that powder keg, but not only that, they had marinated it in ale.
The sudden emergence of Jast into her morning was more than enough confirmation that she had been correct in her concerns of a riot. However, the sense of urgency took precedence over any irritation, the call of duty well drilled into the instincts of the former Anirian Guard as her boots hit the floor.
"Have you got everything we need?" Wilhart asked, the tone of her question laced with the ghost of her former service.
She barely waited for him to answer, assuming that Jast would, at the very least, be prepared for the eventuality they had created. Instead, Syele was already heading for the exit, the stomp of hardened leather punctuating how empty the inn was.
...chaos.
They had also helped craft that powder keg, but not only that, they had marinated it in ale.
The sudden emergence of Jast into her morning was more than enough confirmation that she had been correct in her concerns of a riot. However, the sense of urgency took precedence over any irritation, the call of duty well drilled into the instincts of the former Anirian Guard as her boots hit the floor.
"Have you got everything we need?" Wilhart asked, the tone of her question laced with the ghost of her former service.
She barely waited for him to answer, assuming that Jast would, at the very least, be prepared for the eventuality they had created. Instead, Syele was already heading for the exit, the stomp of hardened leather punctuating how empty the inn was.