Atticus cleared his throat and slowly stood.
"What do you want, Whisker."
"This is more important. Also, this is not the time to be embarrassed, my star actor! This single thing is what turns many men into best friends. Good old Pounce could give you a few pointers on how to satisf—"
"Ahem. I'm good."
Atticus shot Anorah an apologetic look before turning back to Whisker.
"Did something happen?"
Whisker sighed dramatically.
"Yeah yeah. Your people are protesting."
Atticus frowned, wondering if he'd heard correctly, but Whisker chuckled.
"Come see for yourself."
Moments later, Atticus appeared above the center of the territory. It was an enormous square, with a massive golden statue of him towering proudly at the middle.
The square was usually bustling, filled with citizens coming to pay respects to their lord or simply take pictures and sightsee.
But Atticus saw none of that now.
