It was a commotion coming from the edge of Long Lake Town.
Most of the houses in Long Lake Town are wooden, with tiled rooftops.
The commotion was the clattering and grinding noise of interlocking tiles being pressed together by external force.
Currently, most of the people in Long Lake Town had been gathered at the square by the mayor's bell. The remaining areas of the town only echoed with the sparse sounds of ice colliding in the waterways beneath the waves.
It was very quiet.
And these footsteps on the tiles suddenly stood out...for the Demon Hunter.
Lann halted his long legs that were about to step over a pile of woven baskets and instead stepped onto a nearby stool.
Adjusting his breath, making his body light and agile.
Just stepping on a low stool used by the town women for work, he leaped onto the roof of a relatively short house.
Lann's bracers and the armor plates on the back of his hands slightly clattered; he grasped his way onto the roof.
