"Are you lame"?
The broad-looking young man with ceremonial golden robes of House Karn towers over the dark-haired Zakar.
"He said ten mana crystals if you want to pass into the forty-ninth floor," another armed young lady says with a sneer.
They are all Terrans from house Karn and are doing their best to make life miserable for anyone wanting to reach the fiftieth floor, where all the good crystals are.
The three before him looked to be harmlessly leaning against the archway but Zakar knew they all had drawn weapons behind their backs.
He wasn't worried as his blade had been drawn on the floors below and hid under his silver-adorned robes.
He took out the ten mana crystals from his bag silently and dropped them on the floor.
As he attempts to wordlessly walk past the large fellow in front of him, a hand is pressed on his chest.
"I think you have a few mo-" the large youth's words are cut off along with his throat.
