Attitude is prohibited
Weist Town - Border - Evening (Day Two)
The lieutenant seemed quite astonished by this revelation. Why would the president of Anilix help a witch from Cricium? It didn't seem to make any sense. Regardless, they were only a short walk away from the town, and entered into its newly-fortified remains promptly.
"The mayor might be a little busy, but he'll probably want to meet you." She said, guiding the two towards the inn. "I'll let him and his daughter know about you two - she's sort of the deputy mayor, I guess." She opened the inn's front doors, revealing what had been the impromptu first-aid centre not long ago. Bedding and medical tools were still scattered haphazardly around the edges of the room, but most of the patients had been moved elsewhere, like a room in the inn or, in some unfortunate cases, a make-shift morgue in the basement. "It's pretty crowded here," Lieutenant Raede explains, somewhat apologetically. "But you're welcome to spend the night here if you need a place to stay... And I do insist that you stay here, in this building, until further notice. Your arrival is pretty suspect, as is your means of arrival, so consider yourselves informally detained." She shrugged. "Sorry." And with that, she left to find the mayor or Rebecca. Two of the guards that came with her stayed by the doors.
Not entirely dead.
Varlam gave a nod in agreement with Aileen. "Yeah, president Warren is nice man. Not angry or confused like mobs" Varlam mentioned, stopping for a moment as he thought of what else he could add.
"He has nice house, too" Varlam settled on adding.
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