"I actually found him to be holding back." Says Beatrice. "It felt as if he was mocking not only the woman over there, but also every person who attempted to join in the fight. To me, he seemed to have wanted a better challenge than what was presented."
Beatrice chuckles a bit to herself. "Of course, it's just my view on it."
She walks toward the city exit. The guards should arrive any moment, unless this City is full of incompetent people.
Beatrice was done speaking to the Stranger. She's wasting enough time as it is. Those who stayed were already beginning to disperse. As she walked away, she took a look at them once more. She couldn't tell what type of feeling was emanating from them all. It felt strange. Not happiness, not hatred, not worry. What was this feeling? Beatrice shook her head to disperse such pondering. She shouldn't care for them. They were simple strangers.
Beatrice chuckles a bit to herself. "Of course, it's just my view on it."
She walks toward the city exit. The guards should arrive any moment, unless this City is full of incompetent people.
Beatrice was done speaking to the Stranger. She's wasting enough time as it is. Those who stayed were already beginning to disperse. As she walked away, she took a look at them once more. She couldn't tell what type of feeling was emanating from them all. It felt strange. Not happiness, not hatred, not worry. What was this feeling? Beatrice shook her head to disperse such pondering. She shouldn't care for them. They were simple strangers.