P.O.V - Diana.
" Welcome people of the Dang Clan." A man greets us as we stand in the large hall amongst thousands of people awaiting the commencement of the Festival.
He had no welcoming aura around him.
He looked like it was too bothersome to come greet us but he had to since it was his work.
' So now even a mere steward dares look down on me? '
" Yes, thank you." The First Elder, Dang Kal responds.
The steward says all needed to be said, giving us rules to abide by and leaves like he didn't want people to think he was associated with us.
I could feel the eyes of this fuckers looking down on us.
I could here them whisper amongst themselves.
" Why do they still let trash like them participate in this Festival..." One says underneath his breath.
" ...It's an insult to our name as fellow Orthodox Clans and Sects..." Another whispers.
