(I seriously love this webtoon! "Way of the Living Weapon". I'm faaaar too invested, and it cost my DND hyperfixation to come back. Thank you! I love this so you should totally check it out if you like DND!)

You lived on the streets. You know, barely surviving. You were with some other street kids, but they didn't like you much. Said you were in their territory.

They didn't even own a dime to their names, how could it be their territory?!

Either way, half way through the situation, a tall blond haired man interrupted. Lorién. He separated the group of kids, all four children now standing in a square like situation. Every last one bloody and bruised, you included.

"What's going on here?" Lorién spoke measuredly.

"None of your business Oldman!" One of them yelled, a short boy, very lanky, but could definitely pack a punch.

"Yeah, we were just dealing with a useless problem," another added in a sneer, bright blue eyes that didn't match her rude soul.

The other didn't say anything, just crossed his arms and turned away. Shaggy brown hair getting in his face.

"That's not much of an explanation. So let's try this again. What. Happened?" Lorién repeated.