Arad lifted the thug's leader by the head and turned him toward himself, "Who'll pay for the broken window?" He glared at him.
The leader reached into his pocket and pulled some gold coins, "I'll do it…"
Arad took the gold and threw him out of the shop, "I don't want to waste time cleaning blood, scram." He growled at them and they ran away.
"Sebas leaves for a few minutes and they come…I guess we need to tighter security." Roberta sighed, looking at Arad with a smile. "That should be a merchant called Dimiris if I'm not wrong." She approached Arad, "Can we stop by the castle to inform the royal guards? They'll deal with him."
"Yeah, we'll get Bob to fix the window. Are you all right, mother Lyla?" Arad nodded and approached Lyla.
"Yeah… I just hope they won't trash the shop while we're away." She tilted her head with a worried face.
