"Excuse me, sir," a staff member asked, stroking his beard thoughtfully.
"What weapon or weapons would you like to wield, and would you like any armor?" His voice was professional, but there was a hint of curiosity in his tone.
Luka waved his hand dismissively, a casual smirk playing on his lips.
"I'll take a long dagger and a bow with arrows, please. No armor. I don't need it."
He paused for a moment, looking at the staff member with a slightly raised brow.
"I'm not expecting to get hit."
The staff member nodded slowly, seemingly understanding, though there was a brief flicker of doubt in his eyes as he processed the request for no armor.
Still, he didn't question it.
"I understand. I'll be right back. Once I give you your weapons, you'll be free to enter."
"Got it." Luka gave a half-hearted nod, turning to face everyone behind him while he waited.
The eyes on him were still sharp—
Glares, whispers, anger.
However, he wasn't bothered.
In fact, it only amused him.
