Durand was currently being held as a hostage by the Pykes, his hands cuffed as he sat to the side, waiting for the spice exchange to be over with so he could be let free.

As one of the clients, working to free him from the debt-set down the crate of spices, one of the Pykes stepped forward, inspecting the package; “Since the spice has been returned, the matter between us has been resolved.”the pyke said, gesturing to themselves and the client, before turning to Roland-pointing their knife towards him. “But not with you.”

The pyke standing behind him pushed Roland forward, shoving his head against the crate, a hand keeping him down from his neck as he had tried sitting up, the Pyke with the knife stepping forward-the blade inching closely to Roland

“Don’t-” You pleaded, “He made a mistake, that's all!”

The Pyke with the knife froze at that, glancing at you briefly before raising the knife-with a swift motion, slicing the tip of his left horn off as he let out a cry, quickly backing up as the Pyke behind him released him, his cuffs now removed. “Our business is finished,” the Pyke took a step closer to Roland, who brought a hand to cover his face-cowering. ”It would not be wise for our paths to cross again.” the Pyke finished, pocketing the tip of Roland's horn they had sliced off, the other 2 Pykes pushing the crates away, making a quick leave.