Jana Ridah, walking down the street with a kebab in one hand (more like half of one, at this point), happened upon the strange gathering. Some faces were familiar and others were not, but the gloomy miqo'te decided to just address them as a group... Especially since she was out of uniform and couldn't pretend to hold some sort of authority over any of those present.
In her usual dour tone, she crossed her arms in an attempt to scold the mass from some distance away. "What are you lot playing with a box in the middle of the street for...? You're going to get in the way of the merchant carts and market shoppers.. "
In her usual dour tone, she crossed her arms in an attempt to scold the mass from some distance away. "What are you lot playing with a box in the middle of the street for...? You're going to get in the way of the merchant carts and market shoppers.. "
