Gustavo approached the group of youths blocking the road, their weapons glinting in the fading evening light.
His head was bowed as he drew near, but as he reached them, he slowly raised his gaze. The change in his demeanor was evident, his eyes now cold and hard.
He realized that the same men who had shown him the way to Zafron's house were now blocking the road, although there were a few new faces among them.
"Well, well," Gustavo said, his voice low and menacing. "Isn't this a familiar sight? Though I see you've brought some friends this time."
His eyes locked onto the spiky-haired youth, recognition flashing in his gaze. "Was the 200 Thalens not enough for you, boy? Now you think you can rob me outright?"
It was as if his words fell on deaf ears; they remained silent, staring at him with unwavering resolve, as if trying to intimidate him.
