"Who are you to interrupt this council meeting?" Misty's eyes darted to an older man at the end of one of the tables lining what seemed to be a grand ballroom.
He looked exactly like the standard grandfather type, long beard and even a cane in his hand. Misty considered him and wondered what kind of person he was. The energy radiating from him was clean, so Misty took a risk.
"We represent the Malkin Merchant group." Misty called out glancing around with her mana vision to see who else had clean energy. Luckily for her, most of them seemed to be without. Three of them had heavy energies, but nothing could rival the blast of pressure she was feeling from the man standing behind the city lord's chair.
"What is your complaint?" He asked. Misty wondered if he was an official on the council. No one else made any movement.
