Seeing the situation, Roland's gaze shifted between the group of clearly hostile men blocking the door and Holland's suddenly grave expression. He asked in a low voice,
"Mr. Holland, are those men... here to cause trouble? Do you know them?"
Holland managed a stiff smile and replied, also in a hushed tone.
"Don't be nervous, buddy. Those are just a pack of hounds that work for 'Scarface' Ogre. As for Ogre... let's just say he's a well-known 'businessman' in town. Casinos, liquor, and his specialty: 'short-term loans'."
The Priest's words were heavy with sarcasm.
"I was short on cash a while back and had to 'borrow' a little from him for something. Tsk. I wonder if he's here specifically for me... If he is, it's been less than half a month. He's got no patience at all..."
Muttering to himself, he quickly untied the bloodstained bundle at his waist. He sifted through the weapons and Armor fragments stripped from the goblins, frowning slightly as if estimating their value.
