The air outside the gaming area was thick with unease. The occasional blow of the wind was like a whip that occasionally struck their hearts.
Captain Dylan and his team of guards eyes were looking seriously at the chat box, with their faces showing a mix of sadness and brokenheartedness.
The angry messages from the townspeople kept scrolling across the screen. And each one of those harsh criticisms of their actions were like a wound that cut deeps in their soul.
"You all don't understand," Dylan said, his voice full of desperation. "We did this for you - to prepare. That assassin, that assassin, he could come back at any time. He'll kill everyone, take all your lives. Especially our young Baron, " The captain's hands shook as he spoke, his eyes glistening with forceful unshed tears.
