Juliana stared at Xarces for a moment before spitting in his face. "If no one else was here, I would chop you into bits and feed you to my girls. They'll get sick, but it'll be worth if to wipe that smirk off your face, filth." She hissed, turning on Xarces and walking a few paces away. She cast a glance to Hubert, holding the venomous intent before she rose from the ground, rising quickly into the skies above and flying away. Her servants followed a moment later. The crowd murmured amongst themselves again before slowly dispersing.<br/><br/>The woman with the Amber stone necklace rushed to Hubert's side. Sitting him up and placig a hand over his chest. "Be still." She said gently, a soft green glow comig to her hands. The pain left Hubert's face as be visibly relaxed.<br/><br/>The dragon and merwoman cast sideways, slightly uneasy glances to eachother before walking down the steps into the once again bustling courtyard. They conversed with eachother, out of earshot of the rest, as if sharing their own secrets now that the drama had ended.<br/><br/>The man next to Jules nodded, casting a disgusted look to the heavens above. "That was young Queen Julianna, unrightful heir to the throne of the clouds. I've never met a more contemptuous woman in my entire life, but if anything, she is more of a threat to peace than the Obsidian stone ever was." He huffed.<br/><br/>(Elsewhere)<br/>The blacksmith was a small, quaint little shop with basic metals used to create simple crafts in a wide variety. The smith himself was a young looking wolf boy with a stocky build, as if he had worked the fires and metals his entire life. "Hello, miss. How can I assist you?" He asked, dipping a straight sword into the water to cool.