"I saw it firsthand," Jett said.
Margaret looked over, only just now seeming to acknowledge his presence in the shop, "What? Who are you, anyway?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that a horde of undead as large as an entire kingdom's army–no, maybe larger–is marching this way," Jett told her without any inkling of jest, "I saw it and I fought through them myself. This isn't a threat that can be taken lightly–and it isn't. Look around you–Majulfan isn't taking any chances."
Those words of his brought the red-headed baker to look outside of the front windows, seeing how frantically people were rushing home, accompanied by the ambience of city guards rushing to their posts and adventurers assembling.
"Also…I don't think anybody is going to be buying pastries when they're taking shelter," Jett added.
"Why didn't I think of that?!" Eldis said out loud at the obvious point.
