"I don't even know why I'm still here," muttered the man codenamed Four, his tone leisurely. "By this point, I'm sure they have already wiped out all the Dragonborns. Nothing left for me to hunt."
Grieve chuckled, cackling at the youngster's arrogance.
"Must be nice to be so young," Grieve said naturally. "Barely out of the womb yet confident and proud to face anything in life. Such things are quite envious, at least, I think so…"
Four glanced at the hooded 'man' standing before him and pointed rudely. "You've been talking a lot. Are you their leader or something?"
"You can say that," Grieve replied calmly.
"Well, I hope you'll at least give me a decent exercise. I would hate to have come all the way here just to waste my time on bums. So tell me, in terms of ranking, how do you think you would fare against those Dragonborns?"
