The room was silent after Smith Borgia had mercilessly killed the group of thieves. The air was thick with the smell of blood and the metallic tang of steel. Smith looked down at the bodies with a mixture of disgust and satisfaction.
"This is what you get after trying to get my treasures," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe that these foolish thieves had thought they could outsmart him. He had built his wealth and reputation on his fame, and he was not about to let anyone take that away from him.
Smith carefully sheathed his sword and began to inspect the room, making sure that nothing had been taken. He had a reputation to maintain, and he could not afford to let anyone think that he was weak. Satisfied that his treasures were all accounted for, he made his way out of the room, leaving the corpses behind.
