Everyone inside that establishment looked at Dean as he drew his sword and leaned it beside his chair. His client thought for a moment that they would do something, maybe call the guards of that refuge or something, but they only cast a sorry look at him and continued to eat their food as if nothing happened.
'W-What!?', he nearly yelled it, such was his surprise and shock about that absurd situation.
"You are still standing, sir. I will ask you again politely," Dean AKA Silver pointed his spoon at him, "may you sit down again for a while and say to me who are you and who the hell sent you here to ask me these questions?"
The man gave a final look around, hoping that he would find anyone willing to help him. It didn't need to be someone strong, just a fool that would die in his place. However, nobody was crazy enough to face Silver. Although his identity was well hidden inside the Black Market, it was impossible not to notice the silver aura around his sword.
