Chapter 141: B2: C41: Shadowfell Temple
Lord Zarian and Princess Bianca stepped out from the shadows of an alley as the setting suns reached the end of their arc. The shadows were especially dark around the pair with the shade turning deeper and the light phasing out to create more darkness.
The effect was ghoulish, haunting, and eerily enchanting. Both Zarian and Bianca looked like the most magical beings who walked out of the darkest pages of fabled myth, at least compared to everyone else.
The crowd of striders stirring up trouble against a pair of merchant paladins quieted down. Already on the scene was a unit of guild members in the middle.
The teenage boys and girls were holding back from opening a can of whoop ass on the belligerent striders. With the arrival of the light-dark duo, the young ones locked up, like professionals awaiting orders. Everyone else shivered with nervousness.
Zarian strode forward with Bianca close behind him until she placed her hand on his shoulder.
He paused and glanced back. After reading her expression, he took a step aside. He smirked as Bianca sauntered forward with a spicy stride.
“What is the matter?” Bianca asked, coming to a stop in the middle of the commotion.
“Well, milady princess, the matter we are discussing is about how we good adventurers are offering our services to help these feather-suckers leave the premises of your wonderful village before they try to eradicate everyone again,” a male strider said at the front, leading a rabble of harassers and hecklers.
“We are not a part of the Brothers of Original Good. We don’t support the current bishop regime in all of their policies, especially with who they promote as inquisitors. We are a more open chapter of paladins, and we’ve been trying to explain this for days!” the paladin woman shouted, looking nervously at the Dark Lord.