Broken Blade and Markle arrived with their full crew, determined to ensure they weren't cheated in the upcoming deal.
Unlike most space pirate crews, the Wolf Fangs had a unique specialty: alcohol production. Brewing and tasting were essential skills for their members.
Though their spirits weren't certified by the Alliance, they were renowned in underground circles and among certain wealthy elites.
Before they even entered the base, the rich, intoxicating aroma of alcohol filled the air.
Broken Blade took a deep breath and sighed.
"Gino must've brewed something new again," she muttered.
Markle licked his lips and nodded, his gaze shifting to Lyra, who walked silently beside them. She appeared subdued, her eyes downcast and her demeanor calm, betraying no hint of resistance despite her bound hands.
At the base entrance, a young guard approached them hurriedly. "Every
one, please follow me to the cellar."
