As he asked these questions, the scarred man suddenly burst into laughter. The sound was deep, sounding through the tense room before finally dying down. The tattooed man's face, however, remained hard and unreadable as he said coldly, "Leonhardt is the least of the reasons for us being here. Understand that we serve a master, and it is his aims that we follow, reflected through ours as well."
"I see," Caius said with a slow nod, his voice calm but edged with sharp curiosity. He leaned back slightly, his tone shifting into something more challenging. "And since we're talking about cooperation, there should be no problem explaining what your aim is so I can decide if I'd rather die now or play along."
Eyes narrowing, he asked, "Why even bother giving me an audience in the first place? You could have just killed us quietly and gone ahead with whatever you've come to do."
