He had no intentions of interrupting the other party, he would let them keep talking, but what else was left to say?
Even now as he stood outside their gate, trying to sweet talk the hunter who was managing the entrance.
He could have talked a stone into being as soft as a cake.
In truth, this was fruitless. For neither Belit nor the hunters.
The former could not achieve his goal, while the latter would forget the conversation once over.
Belit, aware that further talk was futile, understood his current predicament.
"Okay, I know what to do now." Belit declared, as if having an epiphany.
This was not an unearned understanding, but because of a small gesture from the hunter.
In fact, the hands that he wrapped did not remain well-behaved, instead hooked his index and middle fingers, rubbing his hands at this fellow.
This was a money counting gesture, there was no doubt that even a fool could understand its purpose.
