The restaurant fell suddenly silent as if everyone realized the unlucky patron had mentioned something taboo. They all quickly shut their mouths and lowered their heads to eat.
Just when everyone thought the incident was over, one of the diners seemed to remember something, suddenly lifting his head.
"Crite? Crite??? Wait a second, didn't the Empire's army just crush a rebel group recently? The leader's name was Crite, wasn't it?"
"What…?!" Quilin's eyes sparked with excitement. She snatched her flying dagger back and dashed to the diner's side, exclaiming, "What did you just say? That person… his name was Crite?!"
"Yes… yes! It was in the newspapers a while back. They captured him alive and brought him back to the City of Windblown Sand three days ago. He's now locked up on death row, awaiting trial."
