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The mercenaries gathered around a table in the corner of the inn scratched their head, as conversation moved towards frustration and desperation.

"Ever since the influx of people, our hunting grounds have been taken over by those strong guilds," one mercenary said, slamming his fist on the table. "It's getting harder to make any decent earnings."

"Yeah," another agreed, "the only way we can strike big now is to explore the secret realm. But we need to know what we're dealing with before diving in.We can't just risk life for more money"

At that moment, a bald man with a scar, named Garik, felt a chilling presence. He spun around, his sword raised defensively, but halted it just inches from the figure's neck.

"Who are you?" Garik demanded coldly.

Leon raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Chill, brothers. I mean no harm."