[: Daniel POV :]
"This man is delusional, he must have gone mad," the leader declared, his disbelief and shock evident in his tone.
He exchanged glances with his companions, who were equally taken aback.
"Is he stupid or just a fool?" one of the men chimed in, his words laced with mockery and disdain.
"You can't be serious, you actually think we'll strip ourselves?" the leader's companion added, his voice dripping with disbelief.
"We should teach him a lesson, let's cut him to pieces!" another man suggested, brandishing a blade.
The atmosphere in the tavern grew even more tense as the confrontation escalated, with violence hanging in the air.
But, despite their disbelief, I persisted, my wicked smile never wavering.
"I'm asking you, strip yourselves, NOW."
My tone grew more authoritative, an eerie calm in the midst of the brewing storm.