— Yes, we sell. — Upon closer inspection, Laurent could notice a large knife scar on the left side of the Tirian’s upper lip. — But this isn’t a marketplace where every vagrant can grab at the goods and get in the way of the clinic’s patients and business partners.
- I’m not a vagrant, I’m a mercenary, - Jerod replied. - Can I sign up?
Laurent walked over to the arcade machines and inserted an orange token.