The city was a lot more lively than usual. The laughter of the children louder, and the yells of the drunks even more intense. Every outsider or visitor had been sent far away from within the borders of Ethernalia Leonis, or in this case towards Transylvania. While there was a lot of outrage about such a treatment, I doubt there was anything they could other than yell about how inhospitable we were. But this was our city, our home, and since none of the were here with the intention of becoming one of us, then there was no reason to treat them as anything other than what they were, and that was outsiders.