As whispers of the plague spread among the patrons of the dingy bar, a panicked wave of movement rippled through the crowd.
People gasped in panic and frantically gathered their coats and hats. The sound of their feet shuffling filled the room as they urgently prepared to depart from the bar.
Aaron moved closer to his father and the others in the group, watching him in the center from the bar. Elliott's complexion had grown dull, and he backed away from the others.
"I-I will be… You can find me in my office if you need anything further. My work is done here." He stuttered, holding a lace edged kerchief over his face rushing away.
Upon his hasty retreat, the Baron called over his shoulder. You're a coward, Elliott. I won't forget how you left me like this.
Aaron's expression was furious as he drew closer and Carter could sense his fury around his aura.
"CLACK!"
