Gold and Silver Island, Shanaela's Mansion.
The crystal chandelier cast an amber glow. Shanaela gently waved her hand, and the skeleton attendant pushed open the sealed doors.
The merchants, who were anxious last night, were now laughing and chatting as they poured into the courtyard.
"I told you, how could heroes easily fight amongst themselves?" The jeweler brushed off crumbs from his sleeve. "Coming all this way just to attack Gold and Silver Island?"
"You weren't saying that last night, you even suggested everyone look for ships to leave the island. Now you're acting tough." Someone interrupted with a sneer.
The crowd burst into laughter, as if the events of last night had never occurred.
After all, if something had really happened, it would have happened last night.
There's been no news since, so it must be just as the Fifth Elder said, the association intervened to suppress the conflict.
But most people still headed to the port in groups.
