The man

Silva followed the man to the door. The man opened the door for Silva, and Silva walked in. As soon as the man walked in behind and closed the door, bows, staves, and swords were all pointed at Silva.

Silva had to be honest; he wasn't expecting this at all. His foresight fell short in this regard. He looked at the people holding weapons at him. They didn't look like well-trained veterans, but they looked like they knew how to use a blade or a wand.

The man walked from behind Silva with slow, steady steps. He got in front of Silva, a sick smile on his face.

"You know, you are smart yet pretty dumb, Death Wish," the man said, walking close to Silva, but not close enough for Silva to make a quick move.

"You see, I'm guessing you are new in town because if you weren't, someone would have most definitely recruited you by now.