"Well, well well," Liam said as he slowly stroked his chin like a sage. "What do we have here, hmm? A secret underground meeting?"
"I asked you who you are," the six toothed eel growled with hostility. "If I ask again, it'll be with my teeth in your neck, mammal."
Dainty threat.
But instead of cleanly severing off its neck in that instant, despite a tiny urge to do so, Liam stored all four of his swords.
He smiled diplomatically.
"Calm yourselves, gentlemen," Liam said, taking out a handful of pearly Shellings. "I'm sure we can all come to a mutual agreement and sort this little dilemma out with no bloodshed. I'm with the NOCL."
If there was anyone that could boast about not being afraid to fight, it was Liam.
The sight of a mangled corpse and the shedding of blood was more beloved to him than actual wealth… but he knew when to hold back.
