Sitting in a rented courtyard, Sean Knight held a piece of the local snack of dried fish, chewing steadily while he asked Jaxon Kingsley:
"Go ahead, what exactly were you thinking? And how do you plan on making up for my losses now?"
Having been properly chastised, Jaxon Kingsley was no longer smug.
He had come to realize this reality — the young man before him, slightly younger than himself yet a rich man, wasn't like those back home who needed to preserve their reputation. He wouldn't tolerate any mistreatment.
In a place like this, there wouldn't be anyone to help him in case of mistreatment or even death — not that it would matter if he were dead already.
So, at Sean Knight's question, Jaxon hurried to answer:
"I was foolish and thought due to your renowned reputation, Mr. Knight, you might help us avoid our troubles…"
He sneakily glanced at Sean Knight, only to find his face motionless. Trying a different approach, he played the sympathy card:
