"Damn it, Leon, I told you not to keep calling me by my real name out here."
The thief named Hawke retorted, disgruntled. His eyes were still darting around, clearly much more cautious than his reckless partner.
Leon waved his hand in annoyance. "Alright, I get it."
"Fucking hell, we came all this way and our employer died. What bad luck. Should've squeezed more Gold Coins out of that old lizard."
"That corpse should be worth something..."
Before Hawke could finish, he saw other thieves outside the forest already carrying the body away.
Leon, with nowhere to vent his anger, punched a slick oak tree. The impact just made his own fingers throb with pain, and he shook them pathetically.
"And here I thought the Lord of the Swamp would have some good treasure. Turns out it's just a brainless crocodile. All that work for nothing."
"'Miracle' Yano... Hmph. I bet that guy is secretly a Druid."
