Weakest of the Weak, again.
Beth was just launching into the tale of Sael and his battle against the elves when she stopped mid sentence. The crowd had grown thick around her, some just enjoying the spectacle of her storytelling. Others were enthralled with the possibility she was telling the truth while never truly believing it. Then a few, very few, who took her seriously. Had there not been a strange pillar of light coming from the sky most would have discounted her completely. When she paused though it was such a sudden change even those not paying attention turned to see what was happening. Beth pressed her fingers to her chest while glancing up high into the sky.