The Lion's Parade turned on me like I was the raid boss, not that giant fatass just a few meters away.
Swords drawn and raise, staves angled, one ranger already had an arrow nocked and glowing, and I swear if looks could crit, I'd have dropped dead before the Titan of Ashen Bark could even sneeze.
Ten sets of eyes locked on me, all glaring of knives and distrust, while I held my hands up high like some criminal caught red-handed.
"Whoa, whoa, easy there," I said, flashing the cheesiest smile I could muster. "I come in peace, pinky promise, no mass murdering today."
"Why are you here?" Jack's voice was flat, clipped, all steel. His golden armor made him look even taller than usual, dude towered while here I was, five-foot-something with both hands raised like an idiot about to cause another riot and looting in downtown Los Angeles, "Rebuilding the guild after you messed us up was a hassle, I'm not looking for trouble, CJS69."
