The murmurs in the council hall swirled like a restless wind, a cacophony of intrigue and unease. Tension hung thick in the air, nearly palpable, as whispers of doubt danced around the room.
"Do you think Kendra's father is that evil man, Morgan?" A voice trembled from the back. "Do you think he will be allowed to step in here?"
"I'd flee if it was him! That man is a monster!" Another voice replied, panic lacing their words, underlying fear threading through their tone.
"Come on! Don't be ridiculous! Athena wouldn't put our lives at risk just to prove a point," Someone else tried to pacify the gathering, but their uncertainty undermined the assurance of their words.
In conclusion, no one wanted to be present when Morgan would be ushered into the hall. After all, this was merely a council hall, there was no security detail anywhere to keep them safe, should things go south!
