"What... what are you doing?" Gokos demanded nervously of Riga's men.
The other side said coolly, "All our Dire Wolves died this time. Shouldn't you give us an explanation?"
"An explanation? Our two Dire Wolves died too. What explanation do you want?" Gokos argued.
Riga sneered. "You two brothers came to us, saying you'd make us rich. Now all the Dire Wolves are dead. You should compensate us somehow!"
It was not entirely unreasonable. Gokos cursed inwardly. Your Dire Wolves died, so we have to compensate you? If we had successfully robbed the caravan and captured the Broken Ones, you wouldn't have given us an extra coin either.
But he did not dare say that. He glanced into the distance and saw that his younger brother had already been restrained by two of Riga's men. Knowing he could not afford to argue, he forced a smile and said, "Riga, name your price. Whatever we can do, we'll definitely do."
This was no longer a matter of minimizing losses. He was afraid Riga would simply kill them and take the compensation from their corpses himself.
Gokos's attitude greatly pleased Riga. His smile widened as he promised, "We do not want much. Half of what you two brothers have on you. I know you've done quite a few big jobs along the way and made a good haul. Those who see it get a share, right? I only want half."
Upon hearing the offer, Gokos breathed a sigh of relief. He readily agreed, "Fine, Riga. Take whatever catches your eye!"
As he spoke, he removed a bundle from his Dire Wolf, Lightning. He took out a Space Bag and pulled out all sorts of items: swords, shields, and weapons purchased from Dranosh, colorful bead ornaments, several bloodstained weapons, and precious medicinal herbs.