Agnar rushed in the moment he heard Arad call him. The little boy had been in and out of the adventurers' guild for a while now, training occasionally with Arad or Alcott to master his power. For a kid, he was already far too powerful, and he had lived for a decent while on his own.
"How is life in the city?"
The question was indirect, and Agnar froze the moment he heard it. The first thought that came to his mind was that Arad wanted to learn something about the city, maybe some noble messed up, and Arad wanted confirmation.
"Thieves are everywhere; you can take a wrong turn and end up with a few more holes." Agnar frowned, remembering the day some weird-looking bastard stabbed him to try to steal what he earned from a quest. Of course, they didn't live to see the next day.
The moment they stabbed him, he turned into a black jaguar and bit their faces off.
