"Let's talk about the death of the Chimera Rat Queen".
After sitting down one at a time, all eyes focused on the ripped middle-aged warrior, the Lightning Surfer.
Paul could not help but pay attention to his weird hairstyle. They knew each other only by their nicknames, but they didn't care about it.
Lightning Surfer's face remained stone-cold under their gazes. "I know what most of you may be thinking. There's no rush, let's take it easy, one step at a time till we get to the lair of the Chimera Rat Queen".
"Well, I don't have that time". He shook his head. "I have an important escort mission that I was hired for tomorrow morning".
"Which means our window of opportunity to end the big bad Rat is between this evening and this night".
The eyes of the other hunters narrowed as they stared at him, no one spoke though, simply staring at him and the ripped middle-aged man nodded in approval before standing up from his chair.
