"Huh?"
It didn't take a genius for me to connect the dots.
The man who entered right before us, the only one who managed to withstand my competitive stare… has now stormed out of Greg's smithy after what could only be described as a considerable crash-out.
For a moment, I just stood there, my eyes turned over to where the first unsatisfied customer of Greg's smithy had already reached the fence's main gate.
Yet, rather than getting on his merry way back into the city like anyone else, he instead moved just a little bit off to the side before boarding one of the carriages waiting there!
And if all of that wasn't enough, when the carriage started to move, it wasn't the only one that did.
Sure, out of the three personal carriages parked by the smithy's fence, only the one the man just boarded started to move.
Much more worryingly, however, with a further two dozen or so transportation carriages… roughly two-thirds quickly followed suit!
