Many people were gathered in the Architect's Quadrant's main square. From a glance, they were divided into three groups.
One group were buff-looking men, who must've worked as the builders of the slums. The next were the farmers from their smells.
The final group was the tradespeople. Since Savine only asked for the most influential people, the gathered people were mostly middle-aged to elderly people. Some, the woodworkers and blacksmiths, looked amicable enough since they knew what Savine did exactly, but most seemed stubborn and hard to convince.
'It's a good thing I'm a noble,' Savine thought to herself idly. 'I can force certain things even if they don't want it.'
In the middle of it, Dred and Zuri were talking to each other.
Seeing Savine, the two silently bowed their heads.
