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This time, it was an outdoor protest.
A crowd of people, standing shoulder to shoulder, filled every inch of space on a road just outside downtown Pelor. The buildings on either side were only two or three stories high, each with storefront windows. Melissa saw a hair salon, a multi-tool repair station and a dentist's office with patients who looked nervously out at the malcontents that surrounded them.
Most of the protesters held up colourful signs printed on bioplastic that would disintegrate within a few days. And they shouted. “Terrans go home! Terrans go home! Terrans go home!”
The small white building on the corner had once been a tailor's shop, but soon it would be a community centre for the Earth refugees who had moved into the city. Even now, construction crews were expandi
