"The City Lord..." Ric repeated, sounding almost irreverent.
As for this City Lord, whoever he was, Ric couldn't care less. To him, the man already sounded like a terrible person.
"Who is this City Lord, and why would he prevent us from leaving?"
The fat Beastkin boy bit his lip, his round bear ears twitching nervously.
"He is the ruler of Anarchy City. Once it was a city without a ruler, a place of pure chaos. However, during the last pacification of the city by the outsiders... he came."
"And he never left."
The boy lowered his gaze, recalling the stories he had heard.
"He defeated and subdued many factions and took the mysterious Throne of Anarchy."
"However, while everyone expected the chaos to end... he called for more chaos, more madness, and glory to war."
Ranar crossed her arms beneath her chest, looking down at the children as the sky slowly began to darken, the golden sun descending toward its nightly rest.
"He sounds like a real piece of work."
