Kisha's entire body stiffened, and she instinctively glanced at Duke, silently assessing whether they were on the same page.
"Given that your group isn't the strongest here, we're inclined to decline," Duke stated with an air of indifference.
While the old man felt a pang of disappointment for missing out on what seemed like a valuable opportunity, he harbored no illusions about his own capabilities. He understood all too well that he stood no chance against Duke's formidable presence; he might even find himself metaphorically pinned beneath Duke's heel if he dared to push further.
"I understand. Should you ever require assistance in the future, do not hesitate to seek me out. I'll be more than willing to lend a hand," the old man offered politely before swiftly taking his leave as if pursued by rabid dogs.
