[ The crowd, now suitably stirred up, gets to its collective feet. It's maybe about a dozen people in total--this was supposed to be an exclusive event, after all--and they look like they'd be happy to break out the pitchforks and the torches if any were on hand. As it is, they just start shouting over one another, especially the people who have already purchased likely fraudulent artifacts.
(Nobody here is a cleric. They don't even seem to care much about Rin's 'maybe probably dying' predicament. Rich people.)
Rin lies on the floor, apparently dead, until it seems like the crowd has either thinned or totally turned its attention away from his situation. Then, he tugs on Taako's sleeve and mutters. ]
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(Nobody here is a cleric. They don't even seem to care much about Rin's 'maybe probably dying' predicament. Rich people.)
Rin lies on the floor, apparently dead, until it seems like the crowd has either thinned or totally turned its attention away from his situation. Then, he tugs on Taako's sleeve and mutters. ]
Did I show you a good time, or what?