Ren stared at the elder.
"Neither of you can ever be forgiven."
The harsh words hung in the cool morning air, thick with bitterness. Ren took a deep breath. She knew it wasn't going to be easy winning over the White Tiger Clan. They hated both her and Kael with a burning, justified passion. But Ren had spent years surviving the cutthroat, high-stress restaurant industry back in her world. She had dealt with extremely difficult, entitled customers before.
She knew a "Karen" when she saw one, even if this particular Karen was a scarred, elderly tiger beastman leaning on a wooden walking stick.
