Dain found himself following Teo back out to the marketplace, towards the parade of people. Mostly Xohulu, though he was sure the Clubbers had non-Xohulu fans among them. Yet this was not just a group of fans, but a heated rallying cry among Xohulu. He was swept along with the crowd, not daring to go against the wave of people marching through the marketplace.
And, as he went along, the number of npn-Xohulu he spotted seemed to dwindle. Dain threw up the hood of his cloak once again; a poor disguise for sure, but the only thing he had that might hide his race.
Tempers in the street were rising, the chants echoing, and then...
Then there was the Xohulu mage, shouting from atop the temple, gone in a blast of smoke.
Dain's stomach tightened, and chaos erupted around him.
He ducked one thrown brick, but a stone clipped his arm by the time he heard Pidru's shout. Wall. Almost instinctively, he knew what it meant. He joined the throng of people taking refuge behind the Clubbers before things got any worse.
(Edited to be less racist, because Kaye didn't understand a thing)
And, as he went along, the number of npn-Xohulu he spotted seemed to dwindle. Dain threw up the hood of his cloak once again; a poor disguise for sure, but the only thing he had that might hide his race.
Tempers in the street were rising, the chants echoing, and then...
Then there was the Xohulu mage, shouting from atop the temple, gone in a blast of smoke.
Dain's stomach tightened, and chaos erupted around him.
He ducked one thrown brick, but a stone clipped his arm by the time he heard Pidru's shout. Wall. Almost instinctively, he knew what it meant. He joined the throng of people taking refuge behind the Clubbers before things got any worse.
(Edited to be less racist, because Kaye didn't understand a thing)