Ceres/Open - 4pm.
Eyes narrowed at the scene laid out in front of her. It was a horrible thing that had transpired here. Loud noises, and songs spewed from a nearby tavern, and her jaw tightened. How could these people live like this? Focusing on something so frivolous, so void, and vapid when there were actual threats still at large to Emillion as a whole.
This celebration was pointless, and everyone who took part in it should have very well have known better. The King wouldn't have approved, even if he let it continue Ceres would guess. Pointless people needed wasteful things to fill their days, and clearly, this would be no different.
The leather of her gloves squeaked as it tightened around the hilt of her sheathed gunblade. If the city was lucky, she would not need to dirty the blade of the weapon tonight. If she was lucky, perhaps she would.