She steps onto the stage again, gesturing for the other performers, including the musician, to stand beside her.
"See, guys? We did it. We made it. You didn't die in vain; the celebration did take place."
In those moments, a mysterious, sad half-smile appeared on her face – those who knew about the tragedy could understand what she was thinking about now, while those who didn't could continue to remain in blissful ignorance.
- Until we meet again, friends! Long live the Imperial House of Es Duesra Arual and Her Majesty, Empress Naria! I love you, Margel!!! - she spreads her arms as if wanting to embrace the whole city.
- Guys, keep your eyes peeled, - Gillon whispers to the Carneolians standing nearby. - A huge crowd is coming now, there will be a terrible crush, and anything can happen in this crush.
- Phew... I wouldn't dare keep anyone waiting any longer; the only thing is, we need to check our pirate treasure chest and distribute the funds.
-- I think you already understand what I'm getting at. You all have the souls of heroes, and if you don't believe me, take another look at the cheering audience, for whom you worked, even knowing that you would be rewarded, but acting not for that, but to give people hope. Carneol needs warriors like you. Is it possible that you would agree to join our squad? Can I hope for such a wonderful, solemn conclusion to Beata's initiative? Of course, I'm not asking you for an answer right now... Especially since today the Order is going through a stage of reform, this is a small, but existing bureaucratic nuance.
-- However! The main thing I would like to hear from you is your opinion and your desires, -- a polite bow. -- Personally, I believe that such people deserve at least this modest offer.