The messenger could not believe what just happened and how everything progressed into his left cheek feeling like it was on fire and a fabric stained with his saliva covering his mask.
It all felt surreal to him since the last thing he expected when meeting Simon, was for Simon to have the audacity to lay his hands on him.
Does he have a death wish?
The messenger could not help but wonder.
"This is my response to the invitation of the faction leaders."
The messenger looked up after hearing Simon's voice, but he couldn't fully see Simon cause of the fabric on his face.
"The next time the faction leaders want to send you or another messenger to me, the messenger should have proof that he's actually from the faction leaders or a faction leader"
"Who knows if you're actually from the three faction leaders and not some member of the three gangs or a random Initiate that just hates me."
Simon shook his head slightly as he looked at the messenger.
