Crawford's sharp gaze swept over Caelan and Alyssa.
"Speak honestly. Who sent you?"
"If you are willing to hand over the things you stole, perhaps I can consider letting you leave."
Crawford's words were not truly a negotiation.
They were merely a probe.
If Caelan and Alyssa chose to hand over those spoils, Crawford would attack them without the slightest hesitation.
After all, only the weak would choose to surrender their trophies in exchange for their own lives.
Even if Crawford's judgment was wrong, the worst outcome would merely be another fight.
Faced with Crawford's oppressive presence, Caelan remained rather calm.
After all, compared to what he was experiencing now, he had actually encountered situations countless times more dangerous than this.
"You Highland Tauren really have no shame at all! Take a careful look at the collections in your museum. Which one of those things actually belongs to you Highland Tauren?"
