"Shhh, shhh, shhh! Don't talk about this, just let it rot in your stomach."
Dasaen shuddered.
He now more or less counted as a media worker, very good at sensing where the red line was. After giving Vomit Mud Sauce a few warnings, he walked away.
He was having a great time playing the game and didn't want to get dragged into things he shouldn't be worrying about.
A few minutes later, as a sharp horn blared out, the players holding a "social mixer" on this position all got to their feet, quickly forming one square formation after another by guild. Some had many people, some had few, it all looked a bit messy, but that didn't matter. In any case, once the charge began it would all turn into the scene of a pack of unleashed wild dogs sprinting forward, the kind you couldn't hold back even if you tried.
When they saw Sir Morphy and the vampire Commanders on the position, all fully armed, step up onto the platform at the front, the players quickly quieted down.
