"I can't fight," Lyra whispered to Weggie, starting to sweat and nearly collapsing from shaking. "Do you think the situation is that bad?"
"It doesn't get any worse than this," said Weggie, starting to get into the stance. Especially when they saw that almost all the visitors in the cafeteria started to surround them.
With shabby faces and some covered in wounds, it seemed they were expecting something from this attack.
"I hope they're not cannibals!" whispered Weggie, which gave Lyra a chill.
Looking up as high as she could, Lyra finally found the cafeteria keeper, who was the owner of the inn. His stocky body was busy brewing beer and lifting fatty foods.
Even though he didn't have anyone to serve right now, his nonchalant attitude finally made Lyra realize that "He doesn't intend to help us."
