"No place for patricide!"
It was an effective rallying cry: short, easy to remember, punchy alliteration, politically friendly, and just scathing enough for a mob. Kasrjin was careful to skirt the outside of the crowd that had gathered in front of the Vault; armoured members of the Temple Knights were deployed at the foot of the steps armed with shields, but no weapons.
This was an...uprising, of some sort? Clearly not the armed sort, but it wasn't a demonstration that Kasrjin understood, either. If this was a civil dispute, then there was no reason not to open some kind of dialogue. And if this was a military dispute, well, swords would be useful.
The assembled crowd was small; at most, it was thirty or forty people. "No place for patricide!" A Hyur at the front of the crowd shouted, raising his fist as his followers behind him followed suit. A stiff wooden plaque had the phrase "BOREL THE BASTARD" carved into it. Clearly, not all was well. The chatter and rumours had been all the same, and even the intimidating Xaela could not help but catch wind of the peace that befell Ishgard. The nobles and the commoners had ostensibly joined together to rule the city, and that clearly provoked what disgruntled populace remained.
"The Temple Knights let scalekin ravage our city time and time again! And they repay our faith by ruining our city and expecting us to turn belly-up at the beasts!" The Hyur leader shouted again.
The Au Ra sighed, glancing his head around the corner. Loitering in the market wasn't overly conspicuous, but it was not as if he could stay forever, especially because the crowd blocked the only way he knew to get back to the lower levels of Ishgard. The rhetoric was simple enough to understand, however. The problem, then, was to discover if this crowd had any connections to those who might have killed Kaizhan. Assuming ignorance, anti-dragon sentiment could easily manifest as anti-Au Ra...but Kasrjin was not willing to risk himself to the hands of an ignorant mob.
A finger pressed against the linkpearl. Roen should be back in the city, and she would know how best to approach this.
It was an effective rallying cry: short, easy to remember, punchy alliteration, politically friendly, and just scathing enough for a mob. Kasrjin was careful to skirt the outside of the crowd that had gathered in front of the Vault; armoured members of the Temple Knights were deployed at the foot of the steps armed with shields, but no weapons.
This was an...uprising, of some sort? Clearly not the armed sort, but it wasn't a demonstration that Kasrjin understood, either. If this was a civil dispute, then there was no reason not to open some kind of dialogue. And if this was a military dispute, well, swords would be useful.
The assembled crowd was small; at most, it was thirty or forty people. "No place for patricide!" A Hyur at the front of the crowd shouted, raising his fist as his followers behind him followed suit. A stiff wooden plaque had the phrase "BOREL THE BASTARD" carved into it. Clearly, not all was well. The chatter and rumours had been all the same, and even the intimidating Xaela could not help but catch wind of the peace that befell Ishgard. The nobles and the commoners had ostensibly joined together to rule the city, and that clearly provoked what disgruntled populace remained.
"The Temple Knights let scalekin ravage our city time and time again! And they repay our faith by ruining our city and expecting us to turn belly-up at the beasts!" The Hyur leader shouted again.
The Au Ra sighed, glancing his head around the corner. Loitering in the market wasn't overly conspicuous, but it was not as if he could stay forever, especially because the crowd blocked the only way he knew to get back to the lower levels of Ishgard. The rhetoric was simple enough to understand, however. The problem, then, was to discover if this crowd had any connections to those who might have killed Kaizhan. Assuming ignorance, anti-dragon sentiment could easily manifest as anti-Au Ra...but Kasrjin was not willing to risk himself to the hands of an ignorant mob.
A finger pressed against the linkpearl. Roen should be back in the city, and she would know how best to approach this.
