"If you can do that, you should have done it for me!" Izzi hissed once we arrived in front of the court hall's door.
"I can't control it well enough for just individual usage," I shrugged. "But if you want to feel like you're in a furnace, then by all means..."
I raised my hand again, and Izzi stepped back, hiding behind the smaller Zia. "Do you not know moderation, boss?"
"I haven't got my formal lesson, yet, my dear employee," I patted the elf's shoulder and this time, really put on my poker face as Lesta once again offered his hand for me before we stepped into the court hall.
Two guards bowed and opened the door of the court hall for us, and I could hear noises again. This time, it was somber and filled with whispers, finally matching the vibe of a courthouse. Unlike the plaza, however, the noise instantly died down once we stepped inside.
