Escape or War?

The air in Val'Haren felt heavier than before. Argolaith and Kaelred knew that even though they had won the battle at The Hollow Fang, the Black Thorn Syndicate would not forget their humiliation.

As they walked through the dimly lit streets, their senses were heightened, scanning every alley and every shadow for potential threats.

Kaelred sighed, rubbing his temple. "We can't stay here, Argolaith. Not for long. We've pissed off one of the most dangerous groups in the city, and I doubt they'll just let us walk away."

Argolaith grinned. "You say that like we have a choice. If they come again, we just beat them again."

Kaelred groaned. "That's not a strategy. That's recklessness."

Argolaith stretched his arms, cracking his knuckles. "Worked so far."

Kaelred shot him a glare. "Barely."

Before the conversation could continue, Malakar materialized out of the darkness, his voice laced with amusement.