Lynn hurried to meet the strange procession. He was supposed to wait for them at the foot of White Dragon Mountain, but once he saw the crowd gathering, he had no choice but to bring the city guards out to clear the road.
The citizens of Aglaia showed some restraint. It was the first time he had seen even Tyr's Followers turn out with their whole families to watch a spectacle, but at least they left the road open and stood along both sides. They even let the Dwarves and Gnomes move to the front. At roughly the same height as their children, they weren't going to block anyone's view.
The Elves were another matter. Hill's habit of dividing roads into main thoroughfares, sidewalks, and rows of trees suited those who liked watching a spectacle from the branches. Lynn's eye twitched when he spotted several off-duty city guards up there too.
Fortunately, the Fairies were still wary of the White Dragons sprawled atop the carriages, so they didn't dare rush over for a closer look.
When Lynn saw Tyr's Holy Knights slowly appearing at the far end of the road, he quickened his pace and stopped before the Undead Priest leading the procession. The woman was plainly seething. Even the Starlight circling her head seemed listless.
Old School Striking King jumped down from her Wolverine and said to Lynn, her face grim, "Those little brats chased every rabbit they saw for ages. It took everything we had to round them all up. Luckily, most of them couldn't fly high, and the ones that could couldn't fly fast. But after a whole journey of walking and catching them over and over, anyone would go crazy.
"To stop them running off, we ended up turning our own carriages into this. They were