Divine Intervention
A silence cloyed in the air. It cloyed in a tense way far too unbecoming of the gentle breeze that floated about the Winterwoods. Tension seeped into the silence as Li felt his followers gather behind him, the farmers already shifting their feet forward and clenching their fists in preparation to fight, knowing full well of the many years of persecution they had felt from the temple of light.
In return, the trio of high priests aimed their gold-tipped staffs at the farmers. "And he has already amassed such a gathering, nay, he has scrounged up the heretics of old, the frolickers of the forest, the heathens of the leaf!"