Before the Storm: Act 9, Chapter 4
Chapter 4
“Well, look who finally decided to show u–”
Olin seized the wiry man by the neck and scraped his impudent expression off on the nearest wall, leaving him dead at the end of a crimson smear that curved to the wooden floor.
“Anyone else need a lesson in respect?” Olin asked.
The groups of thugs gathered nearby looked away. Olin shook his head as he walked past them. After the loss of the Six Arms, far too many of the Eight Fingers’ members – particularly the ones who were confident in their strength – started testing their boundaries. The Death Knights that the Sorcerous Kingdom loaned to the leadership put most challenges to rest, but one could hardly set the Undead loose in the middle of a city.
He made his way deeper into the alley where the local branch of the syndicate had made a temporary base out of one of the few, mostly unburnt apartments. A broad, middle-aged woman in commoner’s garb crossed her arms as he approached the entrance.
“You better have an explanation for this,” she said.
She’s angry? At me?
A slight frown tugged at the corner of his lip. Upon entering the city, the hostility directed against their caravan was tangible, but he figured it was the usual resentment against the nobility being amplified by the fire. No one was stupid enough to offer even the slightest provocation to the Eight Fingers, after all.