Leo stood in the centre of the dark guild's hall, the bound and unconscious guild master slumped at his feet. A ring of mercenaries, dozens strong has encircled him, their weapons drawn, eyes burning with hostility.
Leo exhaled. "Really, folks? Can't I just take this guy and leave? I need him for a quick chat."
The mercenaries stared, incredulous at his nerve. One spat, "You joking, kid?"
Another squinted, suspicion sharpening his tone. "Who's this guy?"
A scarred veteran shouted, "That's the Caulem heir! The one with the fat bounty which blacklisted after that job!"
A younger mercenary sneered, "The useless noble brat, huh?"
A burly man, brimming with reckless bravado, pushed through the crowd, grabbing Leo's cloak and pressing a dagger to his throat with a mocking grin. "Don't know how you got the boss, kid, but you think you're walking out of here alive?"
Leo's eyes locked onto his, cold and unflinching. "Question is," he murmured, "you think you'll be alive when I do?"
