The barbecue rack was flung away, landing haphazardly on the ground, surrounded by footprints where crushed bamboo charcoal had been trodden on. From inside the inn, faint cries of pain could still be heard.
The Felsic Merchant Group stayed inside the inn. Although Shaman had left half of his Hippo Poets as a precaution against unexpected events, he still hadn't anticipated that someone would actually dare to make a move on them.
All the militia drew their weapons in an instant and efficiently blocked the inn's main entrance; Bellamy, wielding a steel club, led a large group of Mastiff Warriors to rush towards the back door.
Shaman's face immediately became as grim as could be.
