Conflict III

As she worked, Roselia whispered to Leon, "This many eyes on us... it's not just curiosity. Some of them are planning something."

Leon smirked, his tone light but carrying an edge. "Let them try. They'll regret it."

Moments later, the receptionist handed them a slip. "The rewards have been processed. Thank you for your patience."

Without another word, Leon and Roselia turned to leave, but as they stepped outside, they found themselves surrounded. A group of adventurers blocked their path, their leader stepping forward.

He was a burly man with a scar across his cheek, his armor gleaming with enchantments. "Hand over the loot from the Archmage's dungeon," he demanded, his voice low and threatening.

Leon glanced at Roselia, who gave a faint nod. Then he turned his gaze back to the man, his eyes cold. "You've got one chance to walk away. Take it."