“The resistance you will have to explain to me. I’m just trying to see peace within Oak Town. The Spirits, they know of what you did, and believe me, I’m sure that they are appreciative of the effort But that does not mean that it must end here, does it?” His words rang through the Swineherd Pub, almost being consumed by the noise all around them. But there was also something else in his voice that betrayed his intentions; worry, disbelief, and surprise. The Swineherd had long been one of the most well-known establishments within Oak Town, though even during its most profitable windows, only so often would it ever have been as crowded and busy as what it appeared to have been here.
This was an entirely different animal, and on a random given weekday for that matter too.
It hardly fazed Astrid, who at this point had become somewhat used to all of it. She had helped create it after all, helped reinvigorate the city to a status where it could have been equal to or even succeeding that of Magnolia, Hargeon, and Honseka; cities which historically had long been paraded throughout the annuls of Fiore as the most profitable, the most glorious. Anyone who happened to glance within the Swineherd Pub were coming to face the cruel reality that the city once viewed as decrepit and worrisome was set to be amongst those adorned in gold.
Even for the old man, whom had become a staple of the people within Oak Town, it was something entirely unique to see this many people within the establishment, especially without any underlying circumstances that united the people here. It was simply just the day to day for them, an attribute that even for as much as he would have wished to ignore it, he had to respect out of Astrid. If anything, it was just another reason for why he sought such aid on this matter.
She had shown the capability to handle issues like this, through her actions before and what she had inspired within the city.
609/1500 (-40% | -20% Sia & Noir, -20% Symbiotic Fleshweave)