The echo of the explosion that resulted from Quinlan's rocket-like ascent into the skies still rolled through the streets of Aldoria. It was as if they were hit by thunder.
Windows rattled. Icicles broke loose and shattered against stone.
In the two merchant halls that were closest to Quinlan's departure, rich traders burst forth, clutching ledgers and shouting at guards.
"My roof! My roof! Do you know how much that marble costs?" one bellowed.
"Someone fire a flare! Are we under siege?!" another barked.
"I don't pay such high taxes for you to let criminals this close to the heart of the county!" Another sent accusatory glances at the soldiers. "I was told if I moved to this district, I and my properties would be protected!"
Patrol horns sounded from multiple directions as armored soldiers rushed through the snow with spears and lanterns raised.
They split into groups, shouting orders, trying to find the source of the shockwave that had left their streets trembling.
