Amidst the cacophony, Faye Yardley felt like she could even hear the creaking of the oak barrel carrying Master Veridian and Zephyr Sterling.
"Come on, Gramps, hurry up! You too, Mr. Zephyr Sterling!" The whip in Lucy White's hands was itching for a fight, but she remembered how she had almost gotten her sister in trouble earlier and was now trying hard to restrain the urge to act.
Cole Kensington kept glancing at Lucy White, even subtly positioning himself a step in front of her, worried the hot-headed girl would do something reckless.
Just as their nearly-shattered oak barrel was about to dock, it was violently rammed by another aggressive one. Zephyr Sterling was sent flying along with the splintering wood. A duster had appeared in Master Veridian's hand at some point. With a flick and a swirl, he snatched Zephyr Sterling away from others who were reaching for him, whipping the young man toward Faye Yardley.
