Dal Shabet

-Alright, let's talk, we're not in a hurry anyway. - the Tyrian smirked. -In general, I'm not interested in what you were doing here, especially in the dark, but I am curious who will return my stolen belongings.

- What belongings are you talking about? - The boy ran up to the speaking bandit, apparently the leader. The man knelt down and hugged him. - Eh, but who will pay for this? - He pointed with his gaze at the broken finger.