"Don't push your luck, lass. You better get talking."
The old man was not very patient. He didn't even want Riley and her companions here, let alone show kindness. The sooner they did what they came to his house to do, the better for him.
"Very well." Riley nodded, casting another glance at the silent guards in the corner. "Have you heard about the murder of the future chosen heroes?"
"Get to the point, woman. My patience is thin." Mr. Harris repeated in a not-so-friendly tone. "Ask what you came here for."
"..."
For a moment, Riley was taken aback by the man's nonchalant attitude. She looked at her warden, who looked back at her and shrugged. Theresa's focus was on the two guards, as her duty was to ensure her boss's safety.
"Then, forgive me for being blunt." Riley turned to the old man and directly posed her question. "Do you have anything to do with the murder of the future chosen heroes?"
"And why would you think that?" the reply came.
