Quest

Inside the Guild's building, Lumien stood on his tiptoes, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening outside. But his short height made it impossible to see past the saloon doors and the crowd that had gathered at the entrance like ants, their curiosity mirroring his own.

Realizing it was hopeless, he gave up and turned to his sister with a questioning look.

Earlier, just before they entered the building, he had heard someone trying to hit his sister and trash-talking him. But before he could turn to look, Azalea had gently squeezed his hand and shot him a glance. Without a word, she had urged him to keep moving forward.

Now, however, he was starting to regret it a bit. If he had known that street fights were such a common occurrence here, he would've at least sent a few fireballs at that guy's face. How dare that guy call him a little runt and try to hit Azalea!