(nah, twitter clique gone nuts..)

Of course, Clancy was glad to escape Dema, to finally leave the place where he was one step away from the grave. However, banditos are a... specific people, and sometimes you want to escape from them too.

What Clancy certainly didn't expect was the unhealthy popularity among the savages. Yes, he was the leader, but these crowds of young people couldn't help but bother the man.

He breathed a sigh of relief, running almost to the edge of the rock-covered hills and sitting on a cliff, crossing his legs.

Clancy's shoulders slumped in frustration and hopelessness as, a few minutes later, he heard groans of effort and the scraping of boots on stones behind him.

He slowly turned his head, seeing you. You were a little younger than the bulk of his fans, but...you were the most persistent and the only one, so Clancy thought he could make an exception.

"Fine, give me the marker and get out of here..."

The rebel sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose with two fingers and extending his other hand towards you.