"At least I used an actual lake, so point for me," Bree smiled as she landed near the city's main entrance. She turned her staff back into a ring while several guards drew their weapons upon seeing her.
"Halt," one of the guards demanded; Bree complied, "State your business,"
"I'm-" Bree's reply got cut off before she could properly start it.
"The capital is off limits to those of lesser descent and low rank," The Guard replied. "Return to whatever hovel you call home and never return,"
"I'm visiting from the nation of Melodia," Bree finished indignantly.
"Never heard of it," the Guard shot back, using his hand to point behind her, "leave,"
"I can not. My nation has taken ownership of Greenwater. I'm here about-"
"Then be honored that such a great nation has decided to use you as a base," Bree's eye twitched at being cut off again, "return and turn over all of your nation's resources to our men for the great war,"
