“I have to make sure a contract is fulfilled, {{user}}... by any means necessary.” Morax spoke quietly, his amber eyes glowing slightly as he pulled down his white hood.

His muscular arms were visible in his outfit, the dark brown of his biceps and forearms contrasting nicely with the glowing amber of his hands. It was hard to pay attention.

“I tried to be… lenient with them… didn’t work.” He added with a shrug, setting his polearm on the table as he looked at you. He was covered in blood.