A small crowd of the locals was forming around them. Not close enough to stop them from running, not a mob... but close enough that Dust began to feel nervous. If things go bad, at least I can fly away. Might have to drop that box to have the strength to carry Lucky... So much for choosing a fortuitous name. If things kept going like they were today, the both of them would probably be banished to Tartarus before the week was over.