Jevan looked at the group of people standing before him. He was able to recognize the man with the grayish black hair from his annoying smile. As for the rest, he couldn't recognize them, but he could guess the reason they had come here.
He raised his hand and muttered quickly: "Rule number one…" but before he could finish reciting the rule, the short man shot one of his claws at him. Jevan swiftly stepped back to avoid the strike, and the claw pierced through the shop's wall. Jevan stepped forward and waved his hand toward Morc, who was standing in the middle, and said:
"It has been a long time since our last meeting, my little friend. It seems you finally decided to listen to my advice."
Morc nodded as his smile widened slightly:
"Yes, I decided to heed your advice this time. I came with men capable of stopping you."
Jevan wagged his finger in the air:
"You're wrong this time as well."
"Do you think you can win?"
Jevan gestured toward the door behind him and said:
