People were going to talk about this stand-off later, I was sure, but it wasn't really that big of a deal. For one thing, nothing happened.
No, the Lūmenaires—which I admit was a killer name for a band of warriors clad in gold—didn't back off. Rather, they were made to.
It just so happened that AM Sybil and Master Doomsday also enjoyed this particular open-air canteen, so they'd arrive just in time to de-escalate the situation. Rather, they arrived right on time to intimidate everybody.
"What do we have here?" Master Doomsday asked in a booming voice.
In my head, it was more like, 'Fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of an elven man.'
The effect was similar though.
The Lūmenaires stiffened like they were kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
"We were just—"
