@paintedspiria
Darilsheid’s National Museum of Fine Arts was situated in the heart of city. A fine tourist attraction for citizens all over the country, it usually drew in huge amounts of visitors every day. This morning, however, the entire building’s premises had been closed off, and there were several guards scattered around, standing guard. If one took a close enough look, they might be able to see a broken window on one of the upper floors.
Leon was among the knights, and before him was a curious crowd. Instead of dispersing like they were being told, the civilians only seem to be gathering in greater numbers. A number of them were waving for the knights’ attention, asking why the gates weren’t opening like usual.
Shouldn’t it be obvious? His brows furrowed into a frown and he repeats himself, for what must have been the fifth time that morning. “There’s been an incident inside. The museum will be closed today.”
