Eyes Above the Crowd
"All of you. Step lightly, and don't forget— from here on forward capital rules apply on all of you."
He sprang from his chair with the fluid motion of one accustomed to power, his gaze ranging over the crowd with a quick, appraising look. There was gravity in his tone, a reminder that even in this moment of change, the city's order held, insistent but unspoken.
Leon's friends stood up slowly, stiffly flexing the muscles from the journey, their eyes scanning the throng with keen, wary attention. Zetch stepped down beside him, his cloak flowing over the wooden floor with a quiet command. He nodded once, subtly, before descending to the cobblestones, boots clicking with deliberate rhythm. The noise was small but unmistakable, a challenge breathed into the ear of the city.
