Everyone is twitchy on the run over to the Sacred Thunder Sect, paranoid at the idea they might be attacked and looted. Even the reassurance that they're safe with us and Mica, one of the few Immortals in this world, isn't enough to calm their nerves.
In the end, Mica threatens to confiscate their creations if they don't shut up about them, and that's enough to remind them that nobody knows yet that they've got valuables.
The Sect's surroundings are even more packed than we feared. Thousands of Dragon Clergy, over a hundred different Sects, many who seem to have brought their entire Inner Court with them, plus tens of thousands of nobles from the surrounding countries, are all here to celebrate.
"Karl, I hate to ask this now, but you made a Royal Robe for Mica, didn't you?"
