"Head Guard Greg," a young, vibrant voice spoke right in the nick of time, halting the head guard's charging fist in place, mere inches from Brock's face.
In a moment of surprise, Greg's face turned ashen before he quickly schooled his expression, turning sharply to the speaker. "Yound Master Riley," he bowed respectfully as a young man, whose eyes were trained solely on Althea, strode forward confidently.
The onlooking Arcanists who had been ready to butt into the escalating situation quickly scampered away, going about their business immediately.
It seemed that whoever this 'Riley' guy was, wasn't simple.
Finn didn't drop his guard at all, instead, he raised it even further, ready to embody the Crimson Fist Baboon and even Syf at a moment's notice if need be.
"You must be Althea Seneschal," the young man strode past Greg as if he wasn't there, looking pointedly at Althea's unique purple hair.
