"You're smarter than you look, Petry," Ren said casually. "Hiding behind a crate while your bosses died screaming? Impressive."
"I— Look, I'm more valuable alive than dead, alright? I know things!" Petry stammered, waving his hands. "I can tell you about the other vaults. Routes, safehouses, names. Anything you want. You don't need to kill me. I'm useful."
Ren stopped a few paces away, folding his arms. "Is that so?"
"Yes. Yes! You're reasonable, I can see that. I mean, come on, we've done business before, haven't we?" Petry's voice rose in desperation.
"You're the herbalist right? Next to Old man Gerran? You always paid your dues. You're a smart man. Let's keep this smart, yeah?"
Ren exchanged a glance with Lilith. She shrugged, cleaning a speck of blood from her cheek with the back of her gloved hand.
"Well," Ren said, stepping closer to Petry. "How about this? I'll give you a chance."
Petry blinked. "A chance?"
