Atrox grinned and then clapped. It echoed in the silent room like a bad drum. "Alright! Where's the section for creating a new team?"
Xan groaned and facepalmed. "Oh no."
The whole room turned dead silent as the whispering and bustling stopped. Everyone turned to look at them with different expressions, but Atrox saw that distaste and disgust led the way. They curled their lips and sneered.
What they saw were four people: a man just past his teens with green eyes and black hair, a girl that looked like an alley cat, a man with a grim face pretending dignity, and then there was the boy! All of them wore drab clothes, some ripped and stained.
This wasn't the first time they had seen outlaws pulling something like this. Either they wanted to join a team or demanded to form one. Stunts like this had been pulled again and again, even though most of the time it led to arrests and executions.
