บท 90: Chapter 90: Findel Part 3

With the introductions done, Tukmar began leading Aron and his group away from the airship docks. The many peddlers and traders who wanted to have a chance to sell their goods to these seemingly wealthy group could only sigh in disappointment and leave as Tukmar's guards kept them at bay.

Aron walked at the very front with Tukmar while the others followed not too far behind. "May I ask what brings the good sirs to Findel." Tukmar asked in a low tone while rubbing his hands together nervously and maintaining a bright smile.

"You're a smart man, I'm sure you can guess." Aron saw through Tukmar's attempt to gain some information and completely crushed it. Tukmar could only chuckle awkwardly while nodding his head, he thought perhaps Aron would be all muscle and no brains. Many leaders of independent factions tended to be like that. Arrogant and headstrong but easily pleased when the right words were used.