Uproar

Ryu's arms flexed, somewhat clumsily returning his Great Swordstaffs back to their sheaths. He had been looking forward to training his body control back to where it once was, being very expectant of the kind of gains he would have to his Necromancy as a result. In fact, this was exactly why he had chosen to commission a holster for his new weapons rather than simply storing them in a spatial ring, he wanted to push his body to its limits so he could gain this greater control. But, he hadn't expected to be interrupted before he could even decide what his next step would be.

It was quite a shame. Ryu had thought the benefit of being upfront with his high status would make people leave him alone. He had grown used to running into trouble these past few years because his standing was too low. It seemed that the trouble he had to deal with had less to do with how low his standing was and more about how unlucky he was.