'Those from the lake said they just guessed that I was from the upper realm... so that means it's not easily readable.'
Lyrian thought to himself for a split second, before suddenly shouting:
"When!? When is this raid finally going to happen!" He yelled into the crowd with an excited tone and a bright smile on his face.
The crowd turned completely silent for a split second, and everyone stared at him.
The daunting man at the front of the crowd did the same.
But after only 2 seconds, the crowd erupted into cheer.
"Yeah! When is it going to be!?"
"I'm pumped up!"
"We will finally restore prosperity!"
Lyrian knew this was going to happen, since clearly, obligation to the Black Petal Sect was quite a large factor here.
Being patriotic about it would grant you points in likeness here it seemed.
So of course, most people would celebrate the type of question that Lyrian asked.
