---Inside The Illegal Slave Site, Astellia and Arkansas border branch---
"Oi, Raff. You got the boozes?" A man with a scruffy voice asked his colleague. His right eye is patched, and there are scars on his arms that are bare because of his sleeveless clothes. It's visible that the man had his share of experience in bloody fights.
"I got them, I got them. Seriously, this is why people with such huge and intimidating look like you are annoying. You can't help but get suspicions when you're out, after all. Here," The man that has a smaller build than the eye-patched guy threw the bottle of booze on his hand while complaining.
"Shut up. Without people like me guarding, dangerous sites like this won't stand for long, you understand?" The man opened the bottle roughy and gulped the booze down vigorously.
