The single, lazy syllable had barely left Lexel's lips before the small crowd absolutely erupted.
Any remaining semblance of boundaries dissolved instantly. The locals surged forward like a miniature tidal wave, completely bypassing the frozen, terrified guards and swarming into the mansion's courtyard. Within seconds, Lexel was the eye of a very strange, very chaotic storm of adoring commoners, all of them desperately trying to shove their offerings into his hands.
"Lord Lexel! Please, you must try this! It's the sweetest ruby-fruit harvested from the southern orchards!"
"No, look at this one! The finest honey cake in the capital! My bakery made it fresh at dawn just for you!"
"I am the best cook in the lower district, my lord! I brought you a full basket of garlic fries! Still hot!"
