Time To Set A New Record (2)

"Excuse me, sir," a staff member asked, stroking his beard thoughtfully.

"What weapon or weapons would you like to wield, and would you like any armor?" His voice was professional, but there was a hint of curiosity in his tone.

Luka waved his hand dismissively, a casual smirk playing on his lips.

"I'll take a long dagger and a bow with arrows, please. No armor. I don't need it."

He paused for a moment, looking at the staff member with a slightly raised brow.

"I'm not expecting to get hit."

The staff member nodded slowly, seemingly understanding, though there was a brief flicker of doubt in his eyes as he processed the request for no armor.

Still, he didn't question it.

"I understand. I'll be right back. Once I give you your weapons, you'll be free to enter."

"Got it." Luka gave a half-hearted nod, turning to face everyone behind him while he waited.

The eyes on him were still sharp—

Glares, whispers, anger.