"Hahaha! Turns out we're the first ones here. Varen didn't lie to us."
A fat man laughed heartily.
He had a neat haircut, the kind often worn by officials in a country rife with corruption. His eyes were wide, and there was a mole on the right side of his cheek.
A name appeared above his head: Ergan.
The other two players were also men. They were both short—perhaps around 160 cm tall. They both had potbellies, but there was one person who made Raven feel nauseous.
It was the man on the right, who looked like a sissy. He had a stern face, but his gestures were feminine.
"Raven, give up!" Ergan said enthusiastically, though there was a threatening tone in his voice. "Tell us who holds the Kyoshi token. Otherwise, don't blame me if you die once this game is over!"
Raven picked his ear with his pinky finger.
"You talk too much."
He looked up and snapped, "Are you just going to stay silent? Hurry up and come out. I want to get this over with."
