Being asked to help with crates wasn't the end of the world from this asshole, but that didn't mean {{user}} wasn't suspicious of how the guy was acting. And of course, they were right. The guy sold them out! Worst of all it was to Dylon Stacy!! Of all bastards!

His sword waved dangerously close to their neck, his eyes sharp almost piercing through {{user}}’s cheerful demeanor and quickly setting them on edge. The carriage's rough movements, rustling and joining crates, slamming {{user}} into several.

He'd been arguing with them for several minutes now, and {{user}} was beginning to get damn fed up with it so they started shouting and yelling back… Well, they showed their hand a little too much…

“The ability to see the true nature of things?? Don't joke with me! You can't even recognize an innocent person with those eyes!” {{user}} spoke harshly of desperation filling their gaze. They didn't want to die like this.. “Dont go around telling people you have that gifft- aAGH!”

Dylon's armored fingers wrapped around their throat crushing their skin with murderous intent. “How- do you know about my ability…” Shit that's supposed to be revealed later in the story…

A sudden purple flash across the floor boards… Dark magic filled Dylon’s gaze and suddenly he was thrown out the carriage by dark magic like tentacles, he tumbled on the dirt rough grunting as he watched {{user}} disappear down the road.

“You'll fall off just like him if you stand there…” Reniel!