Jetlag (III)
The bustling atmosphere at a busy airport was palpable. Passengers from various parts of the world were in a hurry, filling the gleaming terminal with their activities. Bright spotlights illuminated the area, creating reflections on the polished marble floor. Rows of restaurants, luxury stores, and large information boards added to the bustle and grandeur of the airport.
In the midst of the busy crowd, a man stood tall in a long black coat and sunglasses. Jacob Blake, the guild master of the Divine Ursine Alliance, was the center of attention for dozens of reporters and paparazzi who surrounded him. Microphones and cameras were thrust in his direction as questions about his arrival in New York continued to pour in.
"Mr. Jacob, what brings you to New York?"
"Aren't you supposed to go to Germany to help close the dungeon there? Why are you here?"
"Has the Divine Ursine Alliance declined the request of the German government?"