"Sir, your internal injuries are severe. It would be best not to use your Power right now."
The janitor glanced at Cassian Sherwood, took a small bottle from his pocket, and tossed it to him.
Cassian Sherwood caught it with one hand, cautiously examining the bottle and faintly smelling the medicinal aroma coming from within.
He set the bottle down and asked with a guarded expression, "What's this for?"
The janitor put away his gun and replied with a smile, "Naturally, to lend the Sherwood Family a hand."
Cassian Sherwood's expression remained unchanged as he sized him up.
'An ordinary face, wearing a mask. The way he just put away that gun was slick. He's obviously been professionally trained.'
The janitor continued, "My Family Head is very grateful to the Sherwood Clan for escorting Mr. Grant home..."
"You're from the Trent Family?" Cassian Sherwood asked, his expression calm.
The janitor nodded slightly.
"How will you help my clan?"
