The trio in the pavilion can tell from the vague figures who popped up on the stairs leading up the mountain trail and by how they quickly grew clearer in their vision that they were all Class One Hall members. Their equipment was great, and they had an extraordinary presence about them.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The group of people moved very quickly. They split to the sides, and swiftly surrounded the pavilion from the distance. They moved lightly and agilely, not making a single sound as they did, as if they were worried that they will alert the people in the pavilion.
In the time taken for Happy to lift his wine cup, a dense wave of hundreds of people surrounded this quiet and elegant pavilion which was built for the purpose of providing shade. Their encirclement was so tight that not even a single drop of water can get through.
