As Adrian strolled out of the dimly lit shop, Mr. Jenkins hurried after him with a broom. Adrian had made quite a mess of the shop, and it looked like Jenkins was planning on dealing with it immediately.
"Hey, be careful out there. The Ravens don't take kindly to folks messing with their goons," Jenkins warned, scratching his face. "They won't forget what you did to those two goons."
"Don't worry about me," Adrian replied without turning back. "I have my ways of dealing with the mess I create."
"You're not planning on making more trouble, are you?" Jenkins raised an eyebrow, concern etched on his face. "Not like it's any of my business, but I hope you don't push your luck too much."
"Keep working, old man, you got a lot to clean up," Adrian said and departed.
Reflecting on Jenkins's words, Adrian found it weird that people from the slums knew how to be grateful.
