Gideon's party entered the hall and sat down at one of the tables. A quick glance around told them everything... they weren't the only ones puzzled. No one in the Guild seemed to know where those tremors were coming from, or why they hadn't stopped yet.
After a short wait, the food finally arrived at their table.
Ronald grabbed a mug, raising it to his lips..
But just then...
BOOM!
Another violent quake rattled the entire building. The mug slipped from his hand, spilling ale across the table. Ronald cursed, "What the fuck?!"
"Mind your language, Ronald," Lilith said sharply from the side.
Ronald shot her an annoyed look. "Yes, I should mind my language," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. But inside, "Does she even hear the things she says half the time?" he grumbled.
The rest of the table didn't need to hear his thoughts to know what he was thinking. They could only suppress their laughter.
