"Hey, pal, interested in a chat?" the point man at the mouth of the alley said.
The Warrior glanced around, a cold aura dispersing with his movements.
"I assume you've already sent people to warn off the nearby residents, right? So, what is it you want?" the Warrior asked.
"How did you know there are several of us?"
"I didn't think you'd dare approach me by yourself."
Leaning against the windowsill, Ham nodded.
'The way this guy talks, he's a lot smarter than the goons around him. Practically a normal person.'
"Alright, down to business," the point man said. "Will you join us?"
"And who is 'us'?"
"Don't try to pump me for information. You have two choices: join or don't," the point man said menacingly. "My squad is all around us. I guarantee you don't want to refuse."
"Is that so? Do you have a Mage in your squad?"
The point man asked, bewildered, "Why do you ask?"
