With complicated feelings Thales left the ominous 'Ghost Prince' tower.
The noise brought by the chaos in Blade Fangs Camp abruptly traveled into his ears again.
'I guess the sudden blockade took many people by surprise, and the soldiers…" Old Hammer exhaled. "The entire camp is more chaotic than usual. Of course, it has never been very stable to begin with."
Thales followed Old Hammer and Quick Rope. He laboriously squeezed past three men with different accents arguing with each other and sent away a blacksmith who tried to sell a rusted fighting sword to him. He politely avoided a woman with heavy makeup who wanted to lift her thigh length petticoat in his direction, cleverly bypassed a group of thugs at a dark corner who were observing the people and would approach new people while acting drunk.
