"Let's leave it at that," warmth from the bath gradually washed their uncertainty from the tensed shoulders. Meanwhile, as the sun settled within the Shadow Realm, a bright new day rose over the strained Emerald City. A period of festivities brought to a halt – the duke decreed the festival to be put on hold – so was the message dispatched via couriers to many businesses.
"Lord Duke," a council of merchant nobles expressed their woes, "-we shouldn't stop the festival for the reason of a few deaths in a one-off incident. You shouldn't be so wary."
"You hail from the central continent," the head of the Eir's echoed, her presence tightened the room into a headlock, "-you know better than anyone the fear and threat monster poses to our survival. However, without our people's safety, there would be no point in continuing a festival made for their enjoyment. Do realize, Lord Jiagn, the way we operate in Zayan D'olsak differs from the main continent."
