"Your Myriad Pill Tower's elixirs killed one of our people! If you don't give us a satisfactory explanation, we'll tear down the sign for this place!" The middle-aged man's confidence grew as he stared at the silent Steward.
The surrounding crowd pointed at the middle-aged man, whispering among themselves.
"Where did this guy crawl out from? How dare he cause trouble at The Myriad Pill Tower? Did he not hear about the three rules Mr. Ronan laid down yesterday?"
"Hah! I think he's just here looking for trouble. The newspapers are full of stories about The Myriad Pill Tower's elixirs. The reporters can't stop singing their praises. How could there possibly be a problem?"
"Exactly. Mark my words, this won't end well for him. He should use his head. Is The Myriad Pill Tower some place you can just come and run wild?"
