Gene nods too, his expression darkening. "There has. I think things are more volatile now than they ever were when we were under the shadow of Malicant." At least back then, the kedan weren't warring with each other and the other civilizations weren't treating Keeliai like a prize to be won.

His ruminations are interrupted by a storm of beads from the nearby bead fight that has encroached upon their conversation. He fishes one out of his drink. That's just rude, guys, enbeadening a man's alcohol.

"What...is going on."