The city streets were densely packed as people were going on their business. Since the news about the war had come to them, as noticed by higher-ups there is some kind of unwound tension in the city atmosphere.
Boss Elven was sitting at his table, reading some reports as he rubbed his head, frustrated with the increasing crime rate in the city. He was no longer just a mercenary branch head now, with last year promoted to seniors council of the city.
"People are afraid, ....and I can't blame them. Even I am worried about what will happen. But these criminals….."
The bald man sitting opposite to whom Elven was talking to was drinking tea in his expensive proclaim cup. He was Morin Vera, head of the Vera family, and current chief magistrate of the Gephyr city.
"Elven, you should know that criminals are taking advantage of panic and hysteria. But the reality is we can't do anything to them right now. "