"Don't call me Thirteen. I have a name. Brother Tavis, please, call me Garcia."
"That's right. You may be our elder, Tavis, but don't look down on us. I'm not Twenty-eight. My name is Dis."
"We managed to distinguish ourselves from countless family brothers and sisters. Each of us is capable in our own right. We don't like these antiquated numbers."
"Or what, Brother Tavis? Would you like us to call you Brother Number Seven? Heh."
The Blood Race member named Tavis was taken aback for a moment, then gave a sinister smile.
"Very well. It seems we do need to show each other some respect."
"After all, this is the first time we've worked together."
"It's best that way," Garcia huffed.
"But, speaking of which, while this is a huge opportunity, the Prince's orders are rather baffling."
"For such a tiny city, do we really need to mobilize so many humans as fodder?"
