There were two men drinking in an empty bar near Mistral, they were members of a group of bandits, they were discussing what to do with a White Fang camp that had arrived a few months earlier.
Steve: Lawrence, do I have to keep repeating it? If we do not stop those damn animals, they'll soon take away all our territory.
Lawrence took a sip of his drink as he put his hand on his forehead trying to think.
Steve: If we do not do something fast, she will not like it at all.
Lawrence: I know, Steve, I know, how about, if instead of complaining so much, you help me think of something, will you?
Steve took a deep drink, put the glass on the table and refilled it.
Lawrence: Besides, they are more than us and they have more guns.
Steve: Is Adam Taurus in the camp?
Lawrence looked at Steve.
Lawrence: No, but still the risk is huge and I will not let our tribe die.
Without realizing it, a figure began to descend the stairs and began to approach them.
Steve: But there must be-
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