The crowd roars, a mix of rallying cries, curses toward Irovetti, and praise for you. Stones, then torches beg

The crowd roars, a mix of rallying cries, curses toward Irovetti, and praise for you. Stones, then torches begin flying toward the Academy's windows, and smoke begins to billow over the building.

The crowd roars, a mix of rallying cries, curses toward Irovetti, and praise for… — Kingmaker