"Damnit…" Neron hissed, slightly irritated at the fuss the villagers were making.
He was accustomed to slipping away unnoticed after a job.
It was annoying especially as he wasn't the leader they thought he was—just a man trying to survive.
"We'll collect the payment, and then part ways," Neron said, turning to Legris and the others.
His voice carried a finality that left no room for argument.
Legris nodded, but there was a gleam in his eye as if he wasn't quite ready to let Neron slip away just yet.
"Sure thing. But first, let's harvest some parts. These beasts' hides and claws will fetch a good price on the market."
"Pfttt, alright let's be fast about it," Neron said, sounding impatient but secretly liking the idea.
He couldn't afford to turn down the chance of making more money given his financial predicament.
