Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

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"What’s going on, how did these guys get here?" Looking through the lifted curtain at the street, Casaman’s colleagues were full of confusion.

They didn’t understand why the Farol Principality’s Public Safety Action Department would suddenly act and surround their block as night fell, then begin inspections.

"Have we been exposed?" asked a Dwarf from the Northern District, puzzled, "That shouldn’t be the case, we’ve kept a low profile the past few days for the operation’s success."

"No, it doesn’t look like we’ve been exposed; if we had been, they wouldn’t be searching for us like this, but would have directly stormed us with troops..." A human member who had always lived locally countered the Dwarf’s worry, "It seems like a temporary patrol, targeting all the rental properties. I saw that young man, he’s inspecting the houses rented to outsiders."

"Patrol?" the Dwarf put down the curtain, turned to the human, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Temporary patrol. Since that Prince Malin arrived, he has enforced this method on people like us. For inspections of rental homes, you all should go to the underground level. If they see too many outsiders, they’ll definitely become suspicious." Standing by the open door, the human said to the Dwarf, "Where is the Sect Hierarch?"

"Upstairs, I’ll bring him and everyone else down." The Dwarf said and then ran upstairs; his hefty weight producing a thumping echo on the floor.

"Should I open the floor, Hills?" Casaman asked his kinsman named Hills.