A clear morning sun positioned itself above the set, spreading light and bliss throughout the North Pole with its bright, yellow rays.
The people, unaware of the incident, carried on normally, though the news spread like an infection across the city. Both the innkeeper and his staff were nowhere to be found.
Nagita asked the citizens around the block a few questions; each time she queried them about the lack of Indulgers or protection at the set, they became tight-lipped. It became painfully obvious that something was wrong.
Were they being threatened? Or were they protecting something? The people's puppet-like attitudes made them seem more like a simulation. If it weren't for the crippled girl she saw yesterday, Nagita would have assumed the citizens were NPCs created to add atmosphere to the trial.
Then there was the testament from Rolan at the Western Nickel Side.
