Down below, the aura continued to roll off Andre in thick waves, rattling the two story tall inn, the windows opening and closing repeatedly.
The regular customers and workers were all shaking in their booths, sweating profusely as though they had been splashed with buckets of water.
"What is happening…"
"Why is the lord here."
"Did the inn offend him somehow."
Voices rang out from different rooms as they all glanced out through their windows at the man who stood doing nothing, yet released such crushing pressure that many had already fainted.
On the ground floor, the inn receptionist, who was also the owner, trembled as well, struggling to maintain his composure. He knew that even he would not be able to stop Andre if the man decided to tear the place to the ground.
He gritted his teeth and thought of the two foreigners, and his fear morphed into intense anger, his face reddening like a tomato.
"Those foreigners… it is definitely them he is referring to!" he spat.
