'So fucking predictable,' Julien thought to himself.
He let out a heavy sigh and slowly raised his empty hand in the air.
"Relax, guys," Julien said, keeping his voice totally calm.
The ten armed men stopped for a second, looking confused.
They expected him to panic or beg for his life, but not to look bored.
"Why is it that whenever you people see something good, your very first thought is to just steal it?" Julien asked out loud, looking around the tight circle of thugs.
"Think about this logically for a minute. So here is what happens if you rob me. You kill us and take the cart. Great job. You get maybe twenty high-quality potions. What exactly are you going to do after that?"
The thugs just stared at him.
Kelly frowned from behind her counter, her hand still raised from clapping.
"After using my products, you will get used to having actual, high-quality gear," Julien explained, talking to them like they were slow children.
