Some time now passed since Aron had been visited and it was now noon. He was currently making his way towards the lower residential district to meet with Ariel to discuss something that caught his interest in the letter she had delivered to him.
'Hm?' As Aron walking there something odd caught his attention. He could clearly hear what sounded like a crowd from about three hundred meters away.
However he continued at the pace he was walking until he arrived on a scene which looked just as it had sounded. A large gathering of individuals were present on the pathway that separated numerous two story homes in the lower residential district. Their attention in particular was focused on the only manor like building in the entire district.
"Go back to your own continent!"
"You don't deserve to learn here!"
"You're just killers!"
Ettenheim counts it’s generations starting from when it was founded, hence why the current generation is only the third. Anyway I didn’t want back to back chapters with just dialogue so just stuffed it into one.