"Do you understand what you've done?" Greed while narrowing her eyes.
"Yes?" Silas tilted his head.
"That man you just killed had a lot of connections. I wouldn't be surprised if his friends chose to assassinate you." She leaned forward slightly while maintaining eye contact.
"They're weak. What are they supposed to do against me?"
"They're quite wealthy. They are more than capable of hiring assassins to end you in less than a day."
"You're aware of how strong I am, right?" Silas crossed his arms.
"And I'm aware that your intelligence is your greatest weapon. What will intelligence do when you're surrounded by dozens of assassins who have more experience than you.
Sure, you could probably kill a couple, but only brute strength will help you when you are outnumbered."
"Then, what are you saying?" Silas asked, but he couldn't help but scrunch up his nose when a certain smell entered his nose.
