Annan was still emanating a chill-inducing frost aura from his body.
Before Annan could take out the kitchen knife, Salvatore immediately grabbed his arm and gave Annan a meaningful glance.
Even though this action made his palm ache from the cold, he only grimaced.
He vigilantly commanded the players behind him, raising his voice:
"There's nothing for you here! Disperse, and have a few people notify the City Guard to come and put out the fire!"
"No, no, no... that won't be necessary, Salvatore."
Annan just gave him a gentle smile and gestured with his hand for the players not to leave.
Hearing two completely opposite orders, the players were momentarily startled, unsure whether to go or stay, and they hesitated to leave.
They looked at each other for a while and eventually decided to heed Annan's command.
Though both were NPCs and both Wizards, it was obvious that the faction leader's words carried more weight.
