With his frustration mounting, he flew up to get an overview of the layout. As soon as he saw it from above he could grasp it a little better. But he'd prefer to stay aerial. He landed and dusted himself off and made his way back to meandering through the walkways. He gathered stares from those that lived there.
Faint whispers hung on their lips as he passed by. He could vaguely make out what they were saying. Concerns about his presence and their lives that would change.
The intel reported at the guild said that the people here were worried that they would be changing things too quickly. Kaz stopped and sat at a little family-run cafe out of the first floor of their home.
Even though these were the residences, the people still found a way to run a business. Kaz sat, ordered a tea and waved at people with a warm smile, beckoning them to come over. One by one people dribbled in to sit with the wind mage.
With each new arrival, he spoke about the same things. Reassuring them that everything was going to be okay and despite how fast things were growing, it was a good thing. Astera was becoming more plentiful and there would be more resources and opportunities for all to enjoy. He took in whatever feedback that gave with a nod and sip of his tea.
The day drug on and before he knew it, the sun was beginning to set. His last patron told him about some of the more influential people in the residence. That they planned a gathering at night to talk about community projects and The Phoenix Feather Guild was invited to speak about the ongoing changes.
Kaz accepted the offer and stood from the chair. The sun was almost set and Kaz set out seemingly alone to go and speak with the family.
Unknown to him was that throughout the day people had been watching and waiting. Learning about the mage and plotting their moves. Kaz walked down an empty cobblestoned path. Men scoured around rooftops and peeked from corners as the mage strolled along.
He felt something unsettling and slowed his pace for a moment, but continued as if he didn't notice. The realization that he was casual strolling along while an ambush was about to be sprung crept into his mind.
There were fifteen men. Five on the roofs, five in the alleyways around corners behind Kaz and another five ready to cut him off and flank him from the front.