The town's gates are shut when the party of magical girls approaches from the mountain. Those that approach the gates find an assembly of guards, wearing light armor and clutching weapons, arrayed before the massive wooden doors. Two of them, on the far left and right, ride on a pair of battle goats, while the guard captain stands at the front, looking grim. "Well then..." His posture us stiff, and his tone carries a hint of resignation. "I take it our message wasn't well received?"<br/><br/>"What the hell happened up there?" One of the guards pipes up, stepping forward with a slightly panicked posture. "We sent ye up to negotiate, now the whole mountain looks to be coming down around us!"<br/><br/>"Enough." The captain snaps, silencing the younger faun. "I would like to know what the issue is. If she's taken poorly to the late tribute, we'll have tae gather more for her."<br/><br/>"More likely the outsiders offended her." One of the female faun mutters quietly. "Should never have let them meddle. Never had a problem with the matron 'fore now. Wouldn't have been an issue, sending one of us up to entertain her."<br/><br/>Most of the guards keep their eyes on the mountains, mindful of the distant roars and rumbles. The atmosphere is both tense and bleak as they stand guard.