The sudden appearance of severed heads hung outside the estate didn't cause commotion among the pedestrians alone; it even caught the eyes of the authorities.
Two horses carrying a man and a woman clad in uniform and sabers hanging on their waists stopped at the gates, deep in conversation.
"What is this old hag up to?" grunted the lady.
"Just follow the orders. She has stayed quiet for all this time and only now pulls a stunt like this; there must be something going on," the man replied, appearing more mature than his partner.
"Tch!" clicking her tongue in annoyance, the lady spoke in an arrogant tone and disregarded the burning stares of the beastkin on the streets, "These lowly scum always manage to foul my mood."
The tensions between the humans and the beastkin were obvious from their interaction and the varying reactions of the crowd at their arrival.
