"Stop it!" Ki'adan growled at the woman across from him. "She's a fucking orphan with nowhere to go, And nobody gonna miss this girl if she's gone. But someone tried to fucking kill us, so if you're going to be a fucking bent nail, I might just have to do something to straighten you out."
Onjage tilted her head at him. "Did you just threaten me?"
"If you have to question it, you're obviously unsure. Fucking hell," Ki'adan growled, irritated even more. He stood up and gestured for the girl beside him. "Let's go."
"Wait!" Onjage muttered. "This pendant...belongs to the Belasurian Clan. Not sure what the girl means to them, but you're not well-liked. I can attest to that. Maybe she's just collateral damage, fuck if I care."
"Where can I find 'em? They gotta have a base nearby."
"Do they? Who's to say. Folks like that don't tend to leave survivors. Except you two it seems. I'm not much for wanting to get involved in the affairs of other players. So let's leave this conversation at that. Go to the Red Room Inn, you'll find your usual set up there. Maybe something a little extra too."