"How should we settle this, huh? That bozo picked a fight with someone he couldn't afford to offend and got his ass beat. How do you think we should settle this?" Vaan coolly replied.
After he finished leaking, he washed his hands with soap, dried them, and retrieved his bag from the bench. He was prepared to leave if Bram Krauss had nothing else to say.
"I don't want to fight," Bram Krauss stated with a slight frown before saying, "However, the boys under me are not happy with your conduct. And it is up to me, their boss, to answer to the injustice they feel."
"Their boss, you say?" Vaan glanced at Bram Krauss while holding the leather bag over his shoulders. "Aren't you mistaking a puppet for a boss? A boss is someone who leads his people, not someone swayed into action by them."
