"See? This is why I like civilized people," he said, his tone almost cheerful. "No need to fight when we can solve things through peaceful negotiation."
The players smiled weakly, their expressions a mix of relief and bitterness. 'Yeah, right. Extorting us for ten thousand dollars is totally civilized,' they thought but wisely kept to themselves.
Arthur waved them off. "Alright, you can go now. And make sure to take your revenge on John—it was all his fault, after all."
The players didn't wait for another word, turning tail and running as fast as they could.
Arthur turned his attention back to the battlefield. Borak and Hank had just finished dispatching the remaining wolves, leaving only a single, battered wolf half-standing.
Arthur approached the scattered loot left by the slain wolves, his eyes glinting as he began collecting the spoils.
"Never say no to more money," Arthur muttered to himself with a grin, pocketing the loot.
