Aroon knew this was a very important moment. If he couldn't gain their trust, he would definitely face consequences a bit later.
"I'm Aroon," Aroon stood up but he didn't undo his netvor, "I've come from a far away town. We ran all the way here with many of our friends."
"We aren't interested in your life story," one of the group said in a rude way, "that mecha... from where did you get it?"
He pointed at him with a long saber in hand. Aroon knew they were just greedy for his netvor. And yet he couldn't tolerate such gazes or greed.
"I was fortunate enough to have it," he said in an arrogant tone, "is it wrong to have it?"
"It's wrong to have it for yourself and not share," another one said while he was literally waving his long sword around, "this sword of mine came from a deceased friend of mine. He gave it to me before he died."