'Hum, who cares about that bum anyway,' the drunken middle-aged man thought as he resumed his retelling of the events exactly as they happened. He explained the involvement of the Prodigal Children of the Water Deity Sect, using grand theatrics and falsities that were obviously exaggerated.
Even so, not a single morsel made a peep while the middle-aged man finished his storytelling. They had promised themselves not to lose themselves in the crazy codger's ramblings, but they couldn't resist the appeal of the off-chance that he actually was in the know about what happened six months ago—when the Fire and Lightning Nations first attacked.
Not much had been disclosed to the public concerning what occurred on that disastrous day. All anyone knew for sure was that the Fire and Lightning Nations might have attacked; beyond that, they weren't told anything.
