Garnt's hand instinctively moved towards the concealed flintlock gun on his side, fingers wrapping around the cool metal of his resonance weapon. The room tensed as he assessed the situation, his gaze shifting between the guards and the woman who had blocked his path.
"Oh! Do you want to fight? Well, it's not like I dislike some resistance," The leader of the establishment muttered, and showed that she wasn't unarmed instead she had her own weapon.
As he began to draw the weapon, a voice, weak but determined, interrupted the impending confrontation. A woman, draped in dishevelled clothing and clearly in distress, stumbled into the scene. Her eyes pleaded for mercy as she placed herself between Garnt and the imposing figure who seemed to be in charge.
"Please, he's not worth it," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "I beg you, don't harm him."
