Nit and Wit were brimming with rage, contacting their father so he could take care of these guards, that saleswoman. Their fingers trembled slightly on the device, anger and fear mixing in their chests.
And finally, all eight of these women. In their minds, they had already sentenced them.
They glanced at one another and decided to wait a bit. If only Vritra was here, he would surely have enjoyed the drama. The thought alone made a few of them smirk.
Or maybe wiped them out without giving them any chance. That, too, would have been entertaining.
In any case, as they waited, before long a man about five feet tall with a pot belly huffed and rushed towards them. His breathing was loud and uneven, drawing the attention of several customers.
Following him was a large group of powerful guards, already with their weapons in their hands. The air felt heavier as they filed into the shop.
