As Sebastian's laughter grew louder, echoing off the crumbling walls of Shrosi, the would-be robbers began to realize that perhaps they had made a bad choice.
The man they thought to be a relatively easy target now seemed anything but, and the glint in his eyes promised things were going to get fascinating indeed, at least for him.
The leader, trying to maintain control of the situation, took a step forward. "Stop laughing!"
The man moved his hand to the weapon at his side.
"This isn't a joke. Hand over your stuff now, or things are going to get ugly."
Sebastian's laughter subsided, but the grin remained fixed on his face. "Oh, mine good fellows," he said, shaking his head in mock disapproval, "things are already foul, though ye ken it not as yet."
