On the beach that rainy night, the atmosphere froze. Duncan could see the growing menace in Grimson's green eyes across from him, and Gibbs slowly resting his left hand on the pistol grip at his waist. He swallowed and tightened his grip on his cutlass. But just before the two sides came to blows, a swift silver figure leaped between them. With a furious roar, Grimson, who stood a full three meters tall in his worgen form, went spinning through the air. Warm blood even splashed onto Duncan's face.
It was a silver-maned worgen. After knocking Grimson away, he quickly reverted to human form, becoming a middle-aged man in a robe. He even looked slightly scholarly, like a scribe or someone of that sort.
"My apologies, Mr. Gibbs. Grimson isn't very bright, but his loyalty to Lady Velinde is beyond question. Forget his offense. We'll provide an additional third of the serum as compensation!"
"Heh, of course... we're merchants. We don't mind these offenses. With Lord Senxia and Lady Velinde's friendship as our witness, I forgive the rude Grimson. But next time, I'd prefer to deal directly with you, mighty Wolf King Nandus!"
Chuckling, Gibbs took his hand off his pistol grip, then pulled a small black velvet pouch from the pocket of his leather coat. He bounced it in his palm before tossing it to the middle-aged man opposite him.
"The usual. Fifteen Bags of Holding. Ten contain food, and the other five contain weapons and supplies. Check them. If everything's in order, we can make the trade."
The composed worgen named Nandus gave his hand a shake and slipped the pouch into his pocket. Then he took a small wooden box from the other side, handed it to Gibbs, and said in a deep voice,
"You're in luck,