The recently recovered Dunn Monty and Thomas Calvin didn't hesitate to draw their weapons, "Whoa, whoa, calm down, calm down. What's happening? Can we all just chill out a bit?" A somewhat frivolous voice echoed, as a roughly thirty-year old man, attired in an elegant trench coat, parted the crowds and walked in.
As he spoke, his hands were raised to show that he was unarmed. He then continued, "Gentlemen, let's all cool off. Put your weapons down, everyone."
Neither side seemed to heed his words. The party on the other side seemed ready to put down their weapons, but seeing Finn and Dunn holding still, naturally, they were not about to disarm either.
"Gentlemen, do you mind discussing what conflict brought us here?" The man standing in the middle turned to face Finn and his companions, smiling as he spoke.
