The lively chatter in the Adventurers' Hall died down instantly as a new group entered, shifting the atmosphere. The crowd was swept by a wave of anticipation and tension. This group is dreaded by some adventurers due to their notorious reputation for violent and wicked deeds.
A burly, bald man, one of the group's members, held up a pouch with a sly grin. "Looks like we've hit the jackpot today," he exclaimed, his laughter booming and shattering the silence around them.
His companion, a chubby man with a scar on his nose, showed clear frustration. He poked the bald man's arm, trying to point out Castiel's group. However, the bald man ignored him and laughed it off, too caught up in his bravado to notice the fear slowly spreading across his companion's face.
"What's wrong? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" he asked, his laughter escaping his lips in a series of chuckles, though it began to falter.
