"Grandma Mo! How lucky we are to find you here since it seems you are out most of the time," snickered the lanky man in the middle, who had a mohawk haircut. His nose was so big and crooked that he seemed like a parrot. "You are a bit late on our payment."
"There is still time before that," said Grandma Mo, seeming unsurprised by the presence of these people. Arthur stared with interest at the crowd, who all made themselves comfortable in the inn.
"Don't be like that. We have to take early payment since the end of the month will happen with the executions. This ensures this neighborhood doesn't get destroyed in the hustle and bustle. This is for your good, I promise, grandma!"
"Call me that again, and I will cut out your tongue," said Grandma Mo with the same expression, and the gang chuckled before they started laughing.
