I was interrupted from my thoughts. A man shouted, and I saw the crowd backing away.
Ah, shit. Heroes, Merchants, desperate person who didn’t get a box?
Either way, this sounds like trouble.
It was one of the men who’d had a weapon. He’d drawn and swung a crude knife to ward people off and grinned maniacally at the reaction he was getting.
Of course one of these guys ended up causing trouble. No real surprise there.
The scruff of beard on his chin was white, but it seemed rather premature given his apparent age. He was shirtless, with a long sleeve shirt tied around his waist, and scratches crisscrossing his upper body. His buddies stood back, smirking and grinning.
Huh, interesting design.
At least it’s not Jack Slash, unless he’s got a pretty good disguise.
It was a bad judgement call to pull this right in front of me, but I supposed people were at a point where they weren’t at their most rational. That, or he was high on something. I could see him as a member of the Merchants, either way.
Yeeah. To all of that.
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