Just as Nina was wondering what was happening, the steward suddenly slapped Kaylyn across the face.
"Who do you think you are? Look at all these people! Black Water City isn't some refugee camp!" he sneered.
The iron token that Kaylyn had been holding fell to the ground. Kaylyn bent down, picked it up, and carefully brushed off the dust.
"This iron token was given to us by the Death Legion as thanks for helping suppress a rebellion," Kaylyn said, her voice steady despite her reddened cheek. "With this token, we're supposed to have a place of our own outside the holy city."
She repeated the words told to her by the one who had given her the token. Holding the token firmly in her hand, she looked at the steward, seeking some semblance of acknowledgment.
However, the steward only smirked, his disdain apparent. He held no respect for Kaylyn, even though his level was far lower than hers.
