"Bandit, Don't you dare to move!"
The tension in the air was palpable as the Utopia city guards stood firm, their weapons raised, and their expressions unyielding. Klea couldn't shake off the shock of being accused of being a bandit, especially given the suddenness of the accusation.
As she glanced towards Annara, she could see the surprise mirrored in her expression. It was clear that neither of them had expected this turn of events. Yet, Klea couldn't shake off the suspicion that Annara might have had a hand in this somehow, although she couldn't fathom why she would resort to such tactics.
Remaining composed despite the chaos unfolding around her, Klea addressed the guards with a calm yet assertive tone. "Sir, there must be some mistake. I am no bandit,"
However, her words seemed to fall on deaf ears as one of the magus among the guards stepped forward, his demeanor stern. "We will be the judge of that," he declared, his voice brooking no argument.
