"No," Rael flat-out denied. "Were you the ones who did it?"
"Of course not," one of the masked men replied, before suddenly taking off his mask, revealing a scar-filled face. "We've been searching for the one responsible, because the moment the Beast awakened, our trade supplier was killed on this very bridge, destroying it in the process."
"That sucks." Rael whistled. "Anything we can help you with? I really need to get to the other side, you see."
"Call me Dreadlock, and do you really want to come to the other side? We can bring you, however, you might have to pay a small fee," Dreadlock said, rubbing his hands together. "5,000 Trell each, one-way trip to the other side."
What a scammer, Rael sighed. I respect the hustle though.
"I'll pay," Rael said as he stretched his hand out and Dreadlock accepted it in kind.
He didn't know how to start a transaction, but it seemed he didn't need to.
